Punch Jones

08/28/2026

Fly me to the moon : up late watching the heavens put on a show.

08/28/2026

Everyone needs a little purple cloud pastry in their life.

08/19/2026

Breakfast : the one meal that hits the spot any hour of the day. (My favorite breakfast memory : when The Brasserie was open 24 hours a day in NYC in the 70s : rolling in for a late late night/early morning plate of eggs, pommes frites, and champagne after an evening of foolishness, including a crazy train ride back from Fire Island.) Anybody care to share some stories? I’ve got all night.

08/17/2026

Why wait for Tuesday? Team Mojo's

08/02/2026

07/31/2026

Friday meditation : be the dog, or be the rose. (and always a thank you to for pointing beautiful things out)

07/29/2026

Gotcha covered.

07/23/2026

I smell birthdays.

07/04/2026

This photo was taken in Wyomjng in 1918. The man on the right is my great grandfather. He was born around 1840, and by the age of fourteen left home in Kansas with a team of oxen and an army wagon, working as a drover, eventually making made his way to small town known as Denver. He worked his way to Wyomjng several years later and began raising cattle, and eventually sheep, something uncommon at the time. He endured brutal winters and rugged conditions, with his fortunes rising or falling dependent on weather and cattle prices. Through hard work, perseverance, and grit he became one of the largest cattle ranchers in Wyoming at the time. He died in 1931, almost 90 years old, having lived a life that defies today’s understanding. He is, and was, a part of America’s history of self determination and the ideal of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Happy 250 this July 4th, Abner. You are a part of this amazing moment. #250

06/30/2026

Born to be wild. Born to be free. Born to celebrate. #250