Coming Home to a Life Left Behind
I’ve been coming home to football for a while now. It’s been a long journey and there’s been more than a few stumbles along the way. I am almost there.…
Ghosts and demons of my colorful past hold no fears
When I fled Geelong in 1986, I was fleeing myself more than anything. In essence I was broken. An emotionally crippled, spiritually dead, morally bankrupt shell of a man in…
Music, Memories, Madness, Magic and Mayhem
“There is always music,” a friend reminded me this week. No matter what. There Is Always Music Without it, life would be desolate, cold and so much more confronting than…