It’s officially unofficially summer here in Birmingham, and what better time for the smothering, humid 90-plus-degree temperatures to hit than during the annual music festival City Stages? Rick usually has to work the TV station booth and sign autographs for the few people who actually want a signed photo of him. (One would be Truman and the other, me.)
While Rick put in time at the TV station’s booth, Truman and I explored the festival. We found the drum circle immediately and since Truman is destined to be the next drummer for Kiss, we stayed there for a long while. When …read more

I was in the cargo area of a big jet with Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Russell holding a blue tarp and about to do something heroic – I’m not sure what – when my son’s voice rattled me back to consciousness, out of bed and to his bedroom. He tapped the empty space beside him and I, given I was sleepwalking anyway, fell into place. My mind began to search for the portal to reenter my dream so I could find out if I succeeded in that heroic act, whatever it was. But re-entering dreams is never really possible. It was …read more