The artesian well of joy never runs dry. We clog it with our thoughts.

- Don Blanding

Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice.

- Don Blanding

My treasure chest is filled with gold. Gold . . . gold . . . gold . . . Vagabond's gold and drifter's gold . . . Worthless, priceless, dreamer's g…

- Don Blanding