Country Boys

When I was five and my brother was seven, my family lived in Gower, Missouri, about an hour from St. Joe and maybe two or three hours from Kansas City. So we lived in the country. But my brother and I were never what you would call “country boys.”

“Country boys” spend their days out doing chores on the farm. Milking the cows, feeding the chickens, tilling the fields, putting up barb …

Forgotten and Unknown

For the past few weeks, I’ve been importing all my CDs into iTunes so I can put them onto my iPod. It’s amazing, first of all, how many CDs I have. But, even moreso, it’s amazing how many CDs I have that I don’t listen to anymore, ever. Importing each of these CDs was rummaging through the musty, dusty corner in some old closet of my life. My mind is carrying around …