Conversations in a Bathurst Lounge

Pursuing the menu at the lounge, the wife ordered a 9-ounce local red wine and I, a local Bathurst IPA. As we sipped our beverages, we talked and laughed about the absurd drive here. Eventually our minds rested on the ‘what to do tomorrow’ topic. I pulled out the ol’ Samsung Note5 and fired up…

Benches Along a Trail

There is a lonliness stuck between here and there in periods of life, which have wondered by in my thirtires and now taking place in my early-forties. It happens, this feeling of lonliness on Friday nights when in my twenties it was filled with phone calls to friends to set plans for the night. Those…