Walter Bowne discusses with his wife on a casual, eveing walk why we suddenly, as a society, love all things zombie. 

One late summer afternoon, when I woke from a terrifying COVID-19 dream, I found myself transformed on my couch into the übersexyrockicon Jim Morrison.

What’s makes us remember those from the past? Perhaps they exist in a realm of our own making, not as real people, but in the preserved fantasies and fables that never really go away.

The breezes were lovely during a whale watching adventure in Cape May many years ago, but I was about to observe and understand something very important. Okay, more than just one thing, actually. 

It's more chutes when Walter Bowne tries to negotiate the language in Québec; it's more ladders when it's fun time with the family.  

Is it any wonder that in a survey of educators that I conducted across the United States, with over 4,000 respondents, only 18.8% felt their voice was heard with the administration or the union. When using the sample size of 2,400 from New Jersey, that number falls to 11%

Walter Bowne talks about three teachers he met two summers ago who were working year-round to pay off high student loan debt. There are lessons here, and it may be good to listen. 

Working from his home studio in the Media Mecca Capital of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, Walter Bowne introduces the crazy class of AP Lang and Comp to his rising juniors. Welcome Aboard, scholars. Episode #1

Walter Bowne talks in the car with his 18-year old daughter Nancy Bowne about music. Actually, Nancy talks, and her dad makes idiotic comments. 

So what's so interesting about a compost pile in my local community? Check out my podcast. This was first published in The Courier Post. 2014. 

https://www.courierpostonline.com/story/opinion/columnists/2014/09/21/commentary-compost-pile-draws-inner-selves/15998423/