Fred First
FRED FIRST: To The End of The End of The Book
The uncertainty and never-ending unknowing may soon end. For the past year, there has been no dry land on the horizon. But we may not be adrift much longer.To...
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: Meeting New Neighbors: Giving Them Names
I noticed this odd creature on our porch this week. Both Seek (by iNaturalist) and Google Lens identify this creature pictured here as a brown rove beetle. I...
FRED FIRST: Just Look For It: Horseweed
Once you recognize it, it is everywhereI have one purpose here: to cause a single reader to discover a common plant growing right outside...
FRED FIRST: Summertime, and The Living Is . . .
One of a number of reasons for a dry spell here on the R-Star columnist page has been the call to the garden every...
FRED FIRST: July Is My Least Favorite Month
My particular misery does not love company.I’m sorry to learn I am not the only one who grows sullen, irritable and negative when the...
FRED FIRST: Passages – Remembering How I Got to NOW
In the very wee hours, I gently opened the sliding doors onto the porch, coffee in hand, to watch the fireflies rise from the...
FRED FIRST: A Multidimensional Quantum Orchestra Between Our Ears?
TL; DR :: Offering just below the drive-through window for those who have to keep moving on a Friday. Following—the summary of the A QUANTUM...