A parody written to the tune of Rolling Down to Old Maui.

A tale of someone who wrote stories for his children and now wants to
write them down for posterity.

Denver Airport, United ticket counter, 1989. Or an urban myth. In any
event, I wrote this version for a flight crew going from Detroit to
New York after police were called to eject an unruly first class
passenger from the plane.

Sometimes you start writing and even after you have finished, you have
no idea what you just wrote is really all about.

Written for a relative’s wedding. Nothing deep, just a pleasant little
song.

Sometimes the Jabberwock wins. And sometimes it should.

Many sailing ships wrecked on the southeast coast of Australia. This
is one that survived.