dedicated with love to my Dad Eric Nelson the Warmly dressed provider (cold azule sky above) taking a broad, relaxed stance (watched by adoring eyes of mutts) his hands solidly spread (before and after Augustus and Auschwitz)
Beautiful be Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant!" (but death is in the wind for me) Beautiful be buffalo snorting and cavorting around ol faithful! (but death is in the wind for me) Beautiful be dainty white cups of Indonesian espresso!
(dedicated with gratitude to Sheryl Tamplen) Many, many waves have crashed against my sand castle: freezing waves of poverty, waves of oppression, patriotic waves of war, grasping waves of greed,
Readers who follow world news may know that Thailand recently saw a military coup which ousted elected prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra. And those well read in history might know that at the year zero, the former capital of Ayutayah dwarfed London and Paris in both size and sophistication. I recently spent six months in the Thai province of Phetchaburi, somewhere around 100 miles south of Bangkok. Today, I'd like to share some of what I saw and learned in this land, an ocean away from my hometown of Klamath Falls.
Remember that it takes all sorts, paint-spattered bohemians, keen, calculating architects, and lion-hearted men of sports, heroic, bawdy nurses, hard-drinking undertakers,
