Greg Maxwell

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 […]

To what degree? How bright is the light?

Roman times are soon to return. I have news. I think I may just re-unload right here. Notes like the […]

With all of it’s glory and for what it’s worth? I have celebrated more than I have left to celebrate. […]