So, now it is over. The steady hand, engaging voice, insights and common sense like no other. Three hours of radio-bliss five days a week. It is a void that no one can fill. Rush was one-of-a-kind. THE voice of Conservatism. I will miss him terribly in my life.
One thing that they have in common, they both feature the most beautiful instrument … the human voice.
Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada – 1972 — Came upon this photo of the place today and it reminded me of a very simple event. No
The unzipping sound of a tent flap in the darkness was the first sound of this early morning. I stumbled out into the cool, fresh
Excerpt from my book, “On the Trail of the Last of the Mohicans” “Somewhere up on the Blue Ridge Parkway.” Hmmmm … by that time,
1972 — Hitchhiking from California with my then girlfriend, Carla, trying to get back to NY. We were at a gas station in the Western
Driving along the Skyline Drive on the crest of the Blue Ridge in Virginia, a weird sound emanates from somewhere up under the front end
I was living in my little ole apartment for about 4 years. Moved about 2 months ago. While at the little apartment – oh, I
One of my most memorable experiences. July 1974, I guess near Banff, Alberta. Without expectation or warning, our campsite was suddenly in view of a
When I was a kid, my future occupation, I thought, was to be either a veterinarian or a farmer – something involving animals. By the
I was sitting in my car in a nice shady spot overlooking Highway 221 (Main Street in Marion, NC), listening to the radio. Suddenly, my
So very happy to be out of NC, many bad memories there. Especially happy to be away from Marion, NC as I found no real