July '66     This was a weekend camping trip and I was seventeen.

Circa 72     During the Summer of '72, in the Navy, in Virginia Bech, out of Nam, Out of hippie culture, and out of hard rock came this one. Post Scriptum '81 is included here. Older and somewhat wiser, maybe, just one of the survivors.

Tis So Sad, A Friend      Still they're those out there in the twilight zone.

TK     Don't know who TK really is, but he's the best friend the kids of the world have.

Oconee Party Spirit      Everywhere in the world, there are these places where the youth gather. This is one of them.

the Man, or is HE?      Anyone whose been falsely accused knows this one. It really hurts, doesn't it?

PACMAN, PACMAN      The first popular video game had arrived. But like THE MAN it held some hidden meaning.

Maggie May M.      I thought she was just a song, but there really is one.

Pic Ice Par      This is a role reversal for the boys who play games with girls.

Gamesters      Then, after some thoughtsmithing, there were all kinds of games.

Junk Yard Motor      For every kid who's always broke but still bitten by that baja bug.

Sliding Rock #11      Another gathering place, but which is older and not so well known.

Pairs on the Beach     I wrote this in the sand early one evening and walked on down the beach. I watched a young couple stop to read it then walk on. She turned and tugged him back; they hugged and kissed then walked on.

Yesterday Life      While sitting in the YESTERDAY bar one evening, listening to the band, drinking beer. It was written on a paper napkin.

Ripley's      You're not to sit on Ripley's front steps, but most everybody did. I did too and this is what I saw and felt.

Auction      The Cannon Memorial Hospital moved into a new building. The old one was to be auctioned off but that never happened. It was torn down two or three years later.

Knoxville World's Fair      My friends at work finally talked me into going. I'm glad they did; it's good to have someone to look after you.

Myrtle Beach Magic     Made many-a-trip to "the Beach." This time it's September '85 and being a loner has really started to show it's wear and tear.

Go Away Kids, You Bother Me      Cruising was being outlawed. It seems no one cares for the kids anymore.

Always in Transit      The story of my life.

In Nature be Free     How I wish the story of my life would have been.

Mystery Lover      There's always hope the lonliness will end.

Please Stop, Please Don't Do It      Bergenfield, NJ circa March '87, teen suicide.

the NAM      Since news reports from way back in '63 and before, this one has worked its way to the outside. If you know the NAM vet, listen to what he has to say, if he can talk about it.

Freaked Out Downer      From the dark side of the force.

Some Thoughts On Terrorists      More from the dark side.

Lamentations for Twentieth Century Man      If Jeremiah were here today, this is what he might say.

Jubilations      An answer to Lamentations

Hang Gliding      The occassion was sitting on top of Whiteside, the hang gliders fly around at eye level.

TALK to me WALL     The "MOVING WALL" was near by, so I stopped by for a visit. A man saw me sitting across the street and came over to see how I was. Told him I was waiting for the wall to talk to me. It did.

Island Lights      An excursion into the Carribbean by cruise ship.

Nothing Else To Do Friend      Just something written while deciding what to do.

Tracking TK's Trail     A brother who read TK said I was wrong about TK not being into the hippie thing. He was right that I was wrong. Seems TK has been into a lot.

University Mystic Twine      Dropped out of college the first time; grades falling, draft status rising. It was a long time afterwards when this connection to old, college feelings made itself know.

SM LA CA      After all these years of knowing about glamorous, exciting Los Angles, finally made the journey.

Be Still My Spirit      While in California, a visit to other wilderness trails seemed neccessary. If you ever have the opportunity, take a walk through the big tree forests.

Campfire     There's a campfire ring of stones beside my driveway. Spent many an afternoon and evening tending the flames. One of those times it felt like I was not alone.

     It has been part of the art, to leave these in places, to be discovered by others.
     They have been left on mountain tops, top and bottom of water falls, on sand dunes of beaches, beside wilderness trails; mostly in the wilds of nature but also college campuses and big city scenes.
     It's been part of the art, to walk away and leave behind a bit of my spirit being; to never know if they've been discovered, or lost to the elements.
     {Now they've been left here, for all the world to find. These scribblings of ink on paper have transformed into magnetic bits on some distant device. They are now femoscopic, electronic impluses of some description in this place called cyberspace.}