A girl from the north country with eyes deep as the  Great Lakes (if the Great Lakes were green).

Writers in numbers too great to mention.

The truth and those few who have the guts to tell it.

Contrasts and textures like white wine and black satin or the brown and white of tan lines.

Burgundy, my favorite color.  Strong coffee and good bourbon. Garlic and spicy foods. Yuengling Lager. Pall Malls. Evan Williams.

Classic movies. Indie movies. Movies.

Mozart, Warren Zevon and Bill Evans. Beethoven's late Quartets. Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell. An endless list.

Lingerie (but not on me). Women in hats. Women in dresses. Long kisses. Women with souls. Women with brains. OK, women, though very few good ones seem to exist.

My sons. Tibetan art. Champagne. Apple computers. Cats. Space travel. ****.

Quantum Theory. Buddhism. The Tao. Burning Bushes. Shiva and Vishnu.

Ghost driving aimlessly to see what I find. America is mostly off the interstates and mostly dying.

Young people who listen and know I'm real and like them..

Blueberries: food of the gods.

Breaking any rule I think is chickenshit in any way possible.

And so on.