Greg Maxwell

Weather is a constant variable. Fall is on the threshold. And my pants don’t fit. This is life. I have […]

What kind of purvey shall be the day? Music, laughter, food, How will I get there? You know after Jesus […]

I have new music with rather OLD lyrics. By Greg Maxwell. Coming out very soon. It is hard to believe […]

This is what it really boils down to. Life is to short to argue semantics. I loved Charlies quick wit […]

There used to be a time when it was great if “A” circus came to town. There were many. But […]

I sell sea shells by the sea shore.It appears Sally has lost her job. I wanted to paint hermit crabs. […]

Charlie was one one the good guys. He did not mince words. He had my respect. Gad Saad says this […]

(We never done it that way.)… of a dying church. Kinda reminds of the other book I read from cover […]

Life is about esplainin’ , and as I carry on. Sometimes groundwork for success is poured in a matter of […]