AS I suspect is the case with other Kossacks, my writing career began as a teenager working for the High School newspaper. I wrote editorials that took politicians, administrators and other Powers That Be to task and my future wife spent her time bailing me out with the Principal as my Editor in Chief. I was decidedly more trouble at that time than I am now, my only filter being the one at the tip of my Camel cigarette.
It would be fair to say I was happy in that role. Anymore, though, my open public writing is oriented toward flowers, basement cats and rocks crushers while only on occasion dabbling in the political. In comments I can still be a troublemaker. In real life it's a dedicated manuscript. And so the world turns.
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