Goodbye, Wichita Lineman

Glen Campbell died on my birthday. Driving home after birthday greetings, giggles, jokes, and toasts with my writing tribe, I thought how there was never a time I didn’t like Glen. He wasn’t anything like a heartthrob; he was just the consummate performer and he, or somebody working for him, knew how to pick aContinue reading “Goodbye, Wichita Lineman”