Jun 29, 2022 | Uncategorized
I’m the child of hippies. Counter-culture, flowingly-bearded, long hair parted down the middle, love children from the Midwest. My mother got pregnant with me after my father returned from being a soldier in Vietnam, and I was named after a hitchhiker named Kip Gentry...
Mar 29, 2022 | Uncategorized
The end of the quarter-mile driveway from our farmhouse in the winter was the most desolate place on earth, and I stood there every weekday waiting for the school bus. A little boy in my blue snowmobile suit listening to the wind blow hard against the telephone wires....
Oct 11, 2021 | Uncategorized
Yes, that’s true. His name was Kip Gentry and my parents, Bill and Nancy, picked him up in a blizzard before I was born somewhere between Nebraska and Wyoming in their Volkswagen van called Bilbo Baggins. Thankfully, I wasn’t named Kip because...
Jun 14, 2021 | Uncategorized
The year I was born was the same year The Rolling Stones released “Exile On Main Street”. I emerged into the world at a hospital in Bemidji, Minnesota. They told my mom I was dead when I was born. Discovering I was alive, my parents named me after a...
