Author Archives: kentnewhouse

A midafternoon discussion at Aunt Jean’s restaurant leads to some interesting thoughts about….Artificial Intelligence, Sapient non-biologicals, The Second Coming.

It takes a village….or at least a progressive Pastor, forward thinking church council and miracle working Sexton to attract parishioners. Especially young pilgrims. 

Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll define a lifestyle and maybea life.

A rainy evening filled with music.                    Some wet.                   Some dry.

Newhouse and Father Alkire are just finishing lunch at Aunt Jean’s Grocery (Home of Handcrafted Horse Furniture) when Newhouse has a dirty insight. 

Goats are an acquired taste. Whether sheering, or milking, or barbequing. 

Once upon a time in a small town far, far from here…..

Moose and Newhouse spend the early evening on the front porch drinking coffee and watching the Sun set. In a little while they’ll head up to Observatory Hill. The Perseids meteor shower peaks tonight. Newhouse has been at Maggie and … Continue reading →

It may take a while, but first memories are there. They have to be….we remember them.

This may be autobiographical.  If so, it comes with the caveat that most of it is made up.