Highway 31






The drum of the rain

So loud on the roof that

It near drowns out the stereo

The mad cascade and

The reckless red blinking of

Cars weaving through a white-out of spray

Kids silent in the backseat

Locked into the blue glow of their screens

Then everything


That slippery fish movement

The center of gravity shifting

A sense of going over


She jerks us back from the edge of the tip

Another shift and we start to go again

On the other side

All drunken sailor like

She stops fighting it

Her hands let go the wheel

And the whole world spins us into the guardrail

Facing back the way we came


The trooper that stands at my window

Looks sixteen

“Everyone OK here?”


She hands him her license

“I’ll need yours too, Sir.”

“He hasn’t got one,” she says

“He’s Australian.”


The actual song we were listening to when the SHTF.


Words and image are my own.







River deep



We took the kids up to the Delaware Water Gap on the NJ/PA border this past week. Jersey girl and I had been up there just a few weeks prior and it was very cool to see the changes the season had wrought.


The scenery is immediately striking.


The mighty Delaware River.








By the second trip, Fall had really kicked in.






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Dingman’s is actually a series of falls.










The river was a little more dramatic on this particular day.



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The official description: Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area straddles a stretch of the Delaware River on the New Jersey and Pennsylvania border. It encompasses forested mountains, grassy beaches and the Delaware Water Gap, which slices through the Kittatinny Ridge. Miles of trails include a section of the Appalachian National Scenic Trail. Dingmans Creek Trail leads through a hemlock ravine to towering Dingmans Falls.



All images are my own.











True sea




(i∂̸ – m) ψ = 0


Two souls/systems/bodies

Interacting for a time

Then moving apart

Though separated by miles

Or even the Universe

Can no longer be described separately

They become a single soul/system/body

It is the most beautiful equation in physics

What happens to one

Continues to affect the other

No matter how distant

quantum mechanics does not recognize a vacuum

There is no emptiness

And If two souls get entangled in a wave

They will remain so





Word configuration and image are my own.



Generals and majors



Ford Mansion (built 1774)


My wife and I took a little day trip to Morristown, NJ this week. Those of you who know your American history may recognize that name and may already have associated it with George Washington.

Washington wintered his army twice in Morristown. The first time was in the winter of 1777 shortly after the battles of Trenton and Princeton (both much-needed victories for the Beleaguered General). On that occasion, Washington made Arnold’s tavern his winter headquarters and spent five months there administering to the needs of his troops.

While there, he ordered that all his troops be inoculated, against smallpox, which had been ravaging his army. This was a gruesome affair that required a needle and thread be passed though the pustule of an infected person to collect infected puss then be used to contaminate a cut made in a healthy person to encourage antibodies to develop. As awful as that sounds, it saved many lives in the overcrowded camp.

Washington returned to Morristown with his army in the winter of 1780. This time he chose the house of a wealthy family, the Fords, as his HQ. There he stayed for six months with his entire retinue of staff officers and servants through one of the worst recorded winters.

This was no enforced occupation, however, Theodosia Ford had agreed to host the General and was paid rent for her troubles.

The Ford mansion is now owned by the Parks Service and is run as a museum. The Washington’s Headquarters Museum includes the house and grounds and an actual dedicated museum which was built behind the house sometime in the 1930’s.

I’d been wanting to get down and see this place for a while and we were lucky enough to choose one of the most gorgeous Fall days for our excursion.


The grounds looked stunning on this particular Fall day. To the right you can see the back of the Ford mansion.
A side view.
House Frontage. To the right is the kitchen and servants quarters.


Across the street from the house stands this superb bronze equestrian statue of the great man (cast in Florence, Italy).
This is the main entry hall. During Washington’s stay, this room would have been constantly full of officers and petitioners of every stripe waiting to see the General or a member of his Staff.
The house kitchen was a hotbed of contention as Washington’s three cooks took over the modest stove. The Ford family’s cook was forced to compete for time at the harth. This was also the room where all the other servants (upwards of 30) ate and congregated so the chaos was considerable. Washington complained to Nathanael Greene that “There is no place at this moment in which a servant can lodge, with the smallest degree of comfort. Eighteen belonging to my family, & all Mrs Fords are crouded together in her Kitchen, & hardly one of them able to speak for the colds they have caught.”


An outside view of the stove. Eventually a log hut was built as an auxiliary kitchen to relieve the tensions in the house.
During the General’s stay, the Fords were confined to two rooms in the house. This room was shared by Mrs Theodosia Ford and her daughter. Mr Ford (who had been a Colonel in the NJ militia) had passed away three years prior to the arrival of the army.
The servant’s quarters (situated above the kitchen) would have been considerably more crowded than these images imply.


Alexander Hamilton was billeted in this room with several other Staff Officers.
Same room. These are officer’s camp beds, designed to be portable and able to fit within a tent.
Collapsed version.
This small room was Washington’s office, where he would have spent most of his days over that long, cold winter.
Hamilton and the other Staff took over the front parlour as their office and a very busy place it would have been.
And this is the room in which the Washington’s slept. Yes, Martha (and her 2 children and 18 servants) joined her husband whenever he was in a fixed camp, often travelling across several states by coach to be with him.


Washington’s Immortals, his personal Life Guard, were stationed very near the house (the main army being encamped several miles away at Jockey Hollow). However, there were only about 150 of them at this time and so the British devised a plan to kidnap the General with a flying cavalry column of about 500 men.

They rode out of New York (the winter was so severe that you could ride a horse across the harbour from Manhattan to Staten Island over the solid ice) into New Jersey.

The plan, as so many do, went astray almost immediately when they discovered all the roads were under deep snow and they were completely unable to even find the correct route to Morristown. Defeated by the very winter that had forced Washington to bed down in the first place, they returned despondent to Manhattan.

I’ll end this post here and pick up in another with what we saw in the museum.




Words and images are my own.








Seven decades and seven albums from the great state of New Jersey

I haven’t done one of these for quite a while but, since the idea behind it is pretty self-explanatory, I’m just going to jump right on in.



  1. In the Wee Small Hours, Frank Sinatra (1955)

In the Wee, Small Hours was a concept album conceived before that phrase had even been coined. A densely woven web of melancholy, each song on this disc wanders through the past midnight streets of heartbreak and loneliness.

People forget how much musical perspicacity Sinatra had in those days but a listen to these tracks is a fast reminder. Songs like Can’t we be friends?, When your lover has gone, and It never entered my mind are bleedingly raw testaments to loss and regret.

The boy from Hoboken NJ was never everyone’s cup of tea but he dominated the era of the crooner with few rivals and gave us his own unique interpretation of the American songbook.

Alternatively, try: Sarah Vaughan With Clifford Brown (1955)



  1. Speak No Evil, Wayne Shorter (1966)

The saxophonist from Newark NJ who famously played in Miles Davis Quintet (2) and then went on to form seminal band Weather Report would come to be regarded as one of the great jazz composers. This talent was never more apparent than on his classic modal jazz recording, Speak No Evil.

Featuring the keyboard talent of none other than Herbie Hancock, this highly inventive set of arrangements coalesce into one of the all-time great Jazz albums. The tracks, Witch Hunt, Infant eyes, and Wild Flower are standouts for me but the entire album hums with a freshness that has failed to dim in the intervening decades.

Alternatively, try: Here Where There Is Love, Dionne Warwick (1967)





  1. Darkness on the Edge of Town, Springsteen, (1978)

I know, you probably think that if I’m making a Springsteen album my 70’s selection, it should be Born to Run but sorry, can’t do that. His fourth album is and will always be my favourite Springsteen recording of all time.

Darkness is, well, dark and deeply compelling. Despite the fact that BTR contains my two favourite ever Springsteen tracks (Backstreets and Thunder Road), this album is the perfect sequencing of raw-edged songs of no redemption. Adam raised a Cain, Darkness on the edge of town, Racing in the streets, and Promised land are relentless in their portrayal of the anti-hero’s incremental slide towards the oblivion of mediocrity.

The NME called it 1978’s album of the year and were right to do so. This album has more punk attitude than any three actual punk albums I can think of.

Alternatively, try: Easter, Patti Smith (1978)





4. Especially For You, The Smithereens (1986)

The boys from Carteret, NJ kind of crept out into the limelight in the early 80’s, never really achieving the level of fame they probably deserved. The Smithereens were seen largely as a retro outfit obsessed with the Mods and ‘60s melody bands like The Byrds.

The inclusion of their track Blood and Roses on the Dangerously Close soundtrack gained them some MTV airtime but their sound never really caught the public’s imagination enough to take them to the next level.

This, their first album, was a high-water mark for the band and a very fine album it is. Pat DiNizio’s writing betrays some fairly dark feelings about love but those guitar arrangements keep things from tipping too far towards the dark side. Standout tracks include Blood and Roses, Behind the Wall of Sleep, and the excellent Strangers when we meet.

Alternatively, try: Trash it Up, Southside Johnny and the Asbury Dukes (1983)





  1. The Score, Fugees (1996)

Comprising two Haitian refugees (hence the name ‘Fugees’) and one Jersey girl, the Fugees were a band to be reckoned with.  Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill, and Pras Michel exploded out of East Orange NJ, with their second album The Score. This was urban life in Jersey laid bare. Songs like, Ready or not, and Family business sit almost uncomfortably beside covers of Killing me softly and No woman no cry, creating a tension laced with moments of pure beauty.

Alternatively, try: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, Lauryn Hill (1998)





  1. The Meadowlands, The Wrens (2003)

Hailing from Secaucus, NJ, The Wrens were one of the anointed bands of the 90’s Indie scene. Singer/guitarist Charles Bissell along with brothers Greg and Kevin Whelan (guitar and bass respectively) and drummer Jerry MacDonald formed The Wrens at the beginning of the 90’s but this album was released at the very end of their partnership.

It could be argued they were a band of a certain time but this recording still sounds pretty relevant to me. Take a listen to She sends kisses and I think you’ll see what I mean.

Other great tracks include, Happy, and Boys you won’t.

Alternatively, try: Neptune City, Nicole Atkins (2007)





  1. Atlas, Real Estate (2014)

Ridgewood, NJ was the launching pad for melodic guitar band, Real Estate. One could argue that they sound altogether too similar to Britpop darlings The Stone Roses and be fairly on the money. Their lead singer Martin Courtney sounds so much like Mancurian singer Ian Brown that he comes close to parody. That said, the songs on this album are strong and the overall sound so listenable that it quickly gets under the skin.

I have no idea how a band from New Jersey ends up sounding like a Stone Roses cover band doing originals but by about halfway through this album, I stopped caring and just let the music carry me off.

Standout tracks include, Had to hear, Past Lives, and Crime.

Alternatively, try: Painkillers, Brian Fallon (2015)


I don’t own every record on this list but did listen to all of them while compiling it.

There were so many others I could have included. New Jersey has such a rich musical culture and history. I would be remiss if I failed to at least mention some of those not included, so here’s a brief list of significant NJ artists (old and new) worth seeking out; The Roches, Gaslight Anthem, Deal Casino, The Cold Seas, Titus Andronicus, Little Steven, The Shirelles, Parliament, Misfits, The Feelies, Paul Simon, The Sugarhill Gang, Queen Latifah, Count Basie, Thursday, My Chemical Romance, and Kool and the Gang.















Are you receiving me?






How long you last matters less

Than that you lived when you were here

The world does everything it can

To lock you into a lifeless life

Just surviving is an accomplishment

Living, however

That’s an art

The electricity of every moment

Must be savored and consumed

Every sight, sound, texture, and scent

Is there specifically to be received

By you

Collect experiences

Find love

Have something remarkable to take with you

When you go back to source.



Words and image are my own.





Fire #3





Alpine Ash


Fire brought the light

And burned down the house

That was ever the deal

Sometimes, that which drives back shadows

Sets the curtains alight

Its all consuming nature is an ever-present threat


Fire can also temper steel

When she came, she set a bushfire in my mind

That tore through my body and soul but

Left me standing

Stronger than before


There’s a type of tree – back home

With seeds like stones

That can only open when the raging flames

Reach the canopy

It takes a literal conflagration to achieve germination

Throwing out life

Into the midst of utter devastation

We two are like that tree

Finding new ways to live

As everything around us withers

And dies.



Words and image are my own.