Fred First
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me was just my office. Now it is also my music room.I see this as...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of MountainsOn reaching the summit of the long incline up from...
FRED FIRST: Just Look For It: Horseweed
Once you recognize it, it is everywhereI have one purpose here: to cause a single reader to discover a common plant growing right outside...
FRED FIRST: Summertime, and The Living Is . . .
One of a number of reasons for a dry spell here on the R-Star columnist page has been the call to the garden every...
FRED FIRST: July Is My Least Favorite Month
My particular misery does not love company.I’m sorry to learn I am not the only one who grows sullen, irritable and negative when the...
FRED FIRST: Passages – Remembering How I Got to NOW
In the very wee hours, I gently opened the sliding doors onto the porch, coffee in hand, to watch the fireflies rise from the...
FRED FIRST: A Multidimensional Quantum Orchestra Between Our Ears?
TL; DR :: Offering just below the drive-through window for those who have to keep moving on a Friday. Following—the summary of the A QUANTUM...
FRED FIRST: Forgetting to Create – The Broken Mirrors of Memory
In my stack of read articles for this week, the most highlights (22 of them)--were pulled from a piece in Nautil.us. It's title: Faulty...