Jeffrey Brace's Writings
First Night @ The Brick House The Band hooked up, adjusted, and sprung like fire. Chords reverberated, seeping Through the walls and into the street. The Brick House thumped. Chord after chord fetched people to their feet. A small stage filling the floor with Longing utter ecstasy bodies jumping in time. The Band cried, "Let's go!...
Hanging out in late midlife, contemplating one's place in the World. I've been many things, worked alot of jobs, moved around much. I'm interested in the Big Questions of life and how people cope with those questions. The life I have lived and the people I...