The Fog

I was driving down a lonely highway in the middle of the Louisiana Bayou, somewhere between Morrow and Opelousas.  Ghost fog would blanket with a haunting surprise that no headlights could warn.  You couldn’t see the front of the hood with this thick, evil fog.  I’ve seen horror movies that start out this way.  After…

Signs, signs everywhere there’s signs

OK, this one’s for my counter culture, artists, renegades and rouges.  It’s in our basic nature to defy authority and signs that warns us of danger.  You know the Scorpion and the Frog?  “… It’s our character!”  We will never change.  Everything from cigarette warning labels to speed limit signs, we give the one finger…