III-2. The Star Card

Coincidently, I have yet to eat and am again driving through Carrington, North Dakota. Crossing the American border at Northgate, both last fall and a few hours ago, I’ve spent a collective time of no more than two minutes in conversation with the crossing...

War on Truth: The Importance of Real Country Music

Why Country Music? This was the question I continuously asked myself. With every mile driven and word written – why was I so passionate about the state of a genre of music? My Quest had the odd political understudy popping up as I was interacting with people of...

III-1. A Commitment To The Muse

In mid August of last year a tension found its way into my mornings. I’d wake at an early set alarm in an attempt to get a head start on the day, my routine consisted of a half-pot of coffee and one of five or six books I was ingesting simultaneously. Having...