Remembering the Desert Geoff O’Keeffe 14 April, 2003 / 9 September, 2016 I remember the smell of summer rain on sagebrush and sand, jackrabbits scurrying away as I hiked through the desert, my socks filled with sharp stickers designed over thousands of years to attach to passerby. I remember stagnant and funky backwaters of the … [read more]
Memoir
When Cultures Collide
When Cultures Collide We had a few errands to run in town, so this afternoon, after a good day of work, we headed down into Boulder from our humble aerie in the eastern foothills of the Rockies. It is unseasonably warm these days, for February, but I wore a light down jacket anyway, as it … [read more]
John Gregory Allen
John Gregory Allen December 16, 1956-January 8, 2016 John Gregory Allen was born December 16, 1956, in Hardwick, Vermont, to James S. Allen, Jr. and Shirley (Gray) Allen. John was the middle child of five and the eldest boy. John grew up in an Air Force family, with his Dad being transferred from one … [read more]
Mile Marker Zero
Mile Marker Zero Geoff O’Keeffe New Year’s Eve, 2014 The Sixties finally and ingloriously came to its last rest today here in Key West, Florida, southernmost outpost of The Conch Republic. And, quite possibly, in a dozen other iconic locales featured so squarely in the bygone legends of inspiration, illumination, excess, piracy and idealism, such … [read more]
Talking About Dominion, Reluctantly
Talking About Dominion, Reluctantly On the public pages and in the private salons of our culture, we casually discuss celebrity infidelity, weight loss diets, corporate malfeasance and the treasonous acts and petty peccadillos of elected officials. We’ve no reluctance to ponder the doping habits of baseball heroes or debate the degradation of the environment and … [read more]
Date Night
Date Night Geoff O’Keeffe For the parents, with thanks to David S. We arranged a casual dinner out, on a Thursday night, a luxury reserved for empty nesters and the childless, or the impotent, at our friend James’ local bistro. When you say “bistro” it implies some level of “no sweat shirt” sophistication, or … [read more]
