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I’m Rick Roberts in Denver.
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No doubt … it is only a matter of time, but then, what is not?

I just finished The Secret Scripture, my fourth Sebastian Barry book.

America is … “still a beacon, still a magnet for all who must have freedom, for all the pilgrims from all the lost places who are hurtling through the darkness, toward home.” —from Ronald Reagan’s farewell address

Father’s Day, 2018

Father’s Day, 2018

Thinking of Billy Roberts, who had green eyes, liked black walnut ice cream and Don Williams songs, taught me to drive a stick shift (on the column, not the floor) in his faded blue Ford truck, and said “bless your heart” when one of us did something nice for him like take him iced tea when he was mowing the big backyard of that first house they bought in Phillips County, Arkansas.

Gone for almost 32 years now. Nothing good lasts.

I believe in love, I believe in old folks, I believe in children, and I believe in you. –Don Williams


Drinking my unsweetened Cashewgurt puts me in the mind of my great grandmother Ma-Robbie who enjoyed a glass of cold buttermilk with her meals.

Why do people litter? I don’t get it.