Inner Voices and Biological Clocks
As with most of us, I had little fear of the unknown when I was a youngster. I got up in the morning, threw on my clothes, and if I didn’t have school, jumped on my bike and rode off to see the world as far as I could pedal. Fear of what was out there or what I’d left behind never…
Memory Accompaniment - by Tim Martin
I was on the beach in Santa Monica the first time I heard Like a Rolling Stone on somebody's transistor radio. That song embedded itself in my brain and every time I hear it repeated, I remember exactly where I was and how I felt that moment.
