The Ghost From The Cornfield How I Stopped Smoking By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 The flickering TV screen illuminated the dimly lit living room. I was mesmerized, watching Shoeless Joe Jackson in Field Of Dreams glide across the makeshift baseball diamond, the cornstalks swaying gently in the summer breeze. Then, it happened. Another… Read More

“We'll go down in history as the first society that wouldn't save itself because it wasn't cost-effective." — Kurt Vonnegut Read More

  Retrospect – The Pigeon War of 1952 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 So, let me take you back to the bustling streets of Boston in 1952. My grandfather, a city boy through and through, loved to regale us with tales of his urban escapades. And none was more legendary than The Pigeon… Read More

As I savor the feel Of the radiating warmth From the the flow of  Electricity that I often Take for granted   I think of the  Women of Palestine As they arise in the cold to labor each day As a rock in the river  Of genocide that sweeps away  Their children  Lovers, husbands, sons,… Read More

Because I travel… As I grow older my once perfect eyesight has faded into a worrisome loss of acuity. What I hope is that loss is replaced with a clearer vision of who I am. A perceptiveness. I often close my eyes to visualize something better. Clearer. We all do. I close my eyes to… Read More

“The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which… Read More

We are a visual people. Images have dominated our communication from early cave paintings to the digital age. Our thoughts, emotions, and stories are best captured in photos. An image can provide description when words fail; it can also lead to better reactions, emotions, and thoughts. Travel has always been best expressed in Photographs. The… Read More

I want a poem with legs To walk around this great big world, Striding over and into  Many places, cultures and times And Into the hearthstone of my  Beloved fellow travelers   I want a poem that can pour a cuppa And gently warm pairs of cold hands Offering comforts for  the anxious movements and… Read More

Except for a couple of easy day hikes in the wilds of New Jersey with the Scouts, I’d done practically no hiking at all. Read More

Cyrus, Darius I, Genghis Khan, Mongols, Sikhs, Afghans, and British all crossed or vied for the Pass. Still to come would be its incarnation as part of the “hippie trail” to India, and its role as a supply route for the war in Afghanistan. Read More