Welcome

Let me explain about Owl Creek...

Have you ever been any place that causes your shoulders to drop; causes a pause; or breathe a sigh of relief? That is what happens when we go to what we call Owl Creek. It's just a small piece of ground, it's near the creek, it's kinda isolated, it's kinda in town... and it's all ours.

My wife and I go there on weekends. I cut grass. WE shed the weeks' anxieties. There is no internet access, cell phones are iffy, no TV except what we bring as disk, and that is exactly what makes it awesome. Jan and I get a chance to talk and re-connect. Some might not find that as exciting as I do but she's cool. She fights the forces of evil all week (anything that usurps liberty) and needs decompression as much as I do. I admit that sometimes I don't listen as much as I should, and I don't hear as well as I used to, but trust me, talking with your wife can exorcise many demons. When is the last time you talked to your wife?

Sometimes we ask friends. Friend Bob finds the shoulder drop one of the nicest aspects too.

Am I bragging here. Damned right. I hope you can find your own Owl Creek.

So the name of this blog is Owl Creek Gazette. What does that mean? Well I'm not sure yet, but, from time to time, thoughts pop into my head and this extra venue might help me vent. This might turn into a whole new publication - on paper - who knows.

Shhhh... I hear an owl.