I saw them last night, an older man walking his dog. The dog’s hind legs were collapsing with each step, as he pushed himself along with whatever energy his front half could still give him. The guy moved as slow…

I didn’t really know him, but I wouldn’t be here without him. We may have crossed paths when I was younger, but the picture memory is escaping me. The one time that I remember meeting him was when we visited…

A few years ago, I stumbled into an angel. At the time, I was in a decidedly non-Christmas place, but she offered a timely reminder that my state of mind was indeed a decision.She became the inspiration for my holiday message that…

As far back as I can remember, there was Ted. Soft southern accent, gentle spirit, always making people laugh. Sometimes raising hell, back in the early days. And always helping out our family. He had his own gig, too…something to…

The morning after, he woke to pale pink streaks slashing across the gray-blue dawn. He started the coffee maker, tugged on a jacket and shuffled outside to feed the chickens and the horses, then back inside to feed the dogs.…

I saw him this afternoon just outside of Stevensville, Montana. Young, baseball hat, goatee. His big black truck, with a big black dog’s big black ears flopping out the back window, had just pulled out of a parking lot and…

I almost didn’t go. The weatherman had called for strong winds out of the south and a potential small craft advisory, which meant the ocean was going to be a sloppy mess. Surfing was going to suck. But I went…

I see him every morning at the beach. Well, in the parking lot at the beach. Older guy, but probably not as old as he looks. George. A couple of mornings ago, I noticed that the rear window of his…

Over a decade ago, I got a moving, emotionally-charged letter from a fan I didn’t know I had. I’d had a rough summer, and remember thinking “t least I have one fan.” My friend Sean Watkins was living in my back…

The legend’s eyes vaguely focused on my fret hand, fingering chords to a song I’d recently written. His gaze, spilling from drooping eyelids, seemed to be born far away, and a twinge of alarm rode my breath as I started…