Sitting atop my blue steel steed, the light had already turned green before realizing I was staring at a cigarette butt. It has been proven…
Allen LindskoogJuly 30, 2021
Riding my bike in the mountains outside of Tokyo I was on a steep 10 kilometer climb and needed a break. In the middle of…
Allen LindskoogJune 28, 2021
The trees first spoke to me in a small Native American village in Minto, Alaska 70 miles outside of Fairbanks and accessible by one 126…
Allen LindskoogJune 25, 2021
I have far fewer friends than I had years ago. I prided myself on the number of friends I had at one point. Facebook helped…
Allen LindskoogJune 11, 2021
There is no reason for it other than a mood is a mood. What used to make matters worse is adding a story to the…
Allen LindskoogJune 8, 2021
Lately, I have dedicated time to editing my book, so it’s been ages since posting on the blog site. I wondered what to write about…
Allen LindskoogJune 3, 2021
You know the old saying, “Cut off the finger that points to the moon?” Wait, is that it? I know it has to do with…
Allen LindskoogMay 15, 2021
The seeds of yet another dream can be traced back to family summer vacations spent in the Canadian Rockies from age ten. Unconventional, we spent…
Allen LindskoogApril 7, 2021
If you have not already done so this post is part of a series on Dreams and you can read the two previous posts below.…
Allen LindskoogApril 2, 2021