A bell rings out as we glide alongside a buoy bobbing up and down in the placid water. I’m slowly becoming hypnotized by the repetitive sounds of the rushing wa...
The rest of the country (including our esteemed Editor) calls a writer of articles in this series a “Spy.” We here in the Republic of Texas would call him or he...
It was time to polish my spyglass in preparation for a long journey to the land of horses and bluegrass. (That’s bluegrass as in Kentucky bluegrass, not the sty...
Next Stop, Portland (IA)
One day, while sitting around the house, minding my own business, in between spy gigs, I received a welcome phone call from The Chi...
Attaining NirvanaWhile Spying In Seattle
I received a call from The Chief one evening and, shortly thereafter, landed in hilly, tree-lined Seattle WA on a s...
You don’t have to be a musician to know how important the bass is to a song. The bass player supplies the foundation of the song and, along with the drummer, th...
It was a great day for sussing out music gear in the San Francisco Bay Area. Knowing that I had a full day of hunting in front of me, on the prowl for an entry-...
I was looking forward to some much-needed R&R when I saw the “Private Number” message flash on my caller I.D. It could only have been one person: the Top Ba...
A couple months ago, while the pall of winter was still cast over the northern hemisphere, my spyphone brought news of another assignment. My mission—if I c...
I sit alone in my home office of my third-floor condo, enjoying my “birdhouse” view of the world while gulping a freshly rescued Diet Coke from the fridge. Then...
