Kites

   I grew up in a small mountain town that sat high above the smoggy valley of San Bernardino. My town was often windy and wind is a real pain, believe me. It makes your allergies horrible, it blows dust and dirt into your contact lenses, it is not really fun. It does, however keep …

God Bless America

When I think about America I think of kites on the wind; a sunny Southern California day with just the wisps of clouds on the horizon. I think of county fairs that actually have cattle , pigs, real live stock. I think of a baby Clydesdale all legs and tufts of fur on his wobbly legs, starring at …