Long Days, Short Years: Time’s A Quick Runner
Long Days, Short Years...Time's A quick Runner
One Sojourner
One Life • Many Roads
One Sojourner
One Life • Many Roads
Category The Rear View
Memorable moments
A Boy’s Dreams in Spring
Sweet honeysuckle hanging on the back fence drifted in through the open window and mingled with the music echoing up the staircase. The Beatles...Elvis...Chicago...Fleetwood Mac...Sly and the Family Stone and Casey's long distance dedication walked around in the small apartment we called home.
A Still Life…Random, In Similar Ways
Photography of the Mind and Moment...Under the Sun...A Teller of Tales...Storm Gazing...Yesteryear's Lens...Still Lifes are the treasured stories of our time here when, for a moment and just, all the world was right.
Black Snow, Rotten Eggs and Life’s ROI
Black Snow, Rotten Eggs and Life's ROI
I Saw God and He Wears Dockers
Day 11 On his eleventh day of hospitalization and two surgeries later, my father-in-law still bled internally. He writhed in pain on the bed and cried out nonsensical phrases couched in delirious moans. “Dad, what do you need? Is there…
One More Day
Hospital Getaway
My father-in-law went in for surgery to correct a problem with aneurysms in his upper thigh and legs. The surgery was successful. Yet, his recovery has been difficult. The doctors cannot stop post-op bleeding since the procedure a little more than a week ago. Bedside Manner Sponsored by NASCAR...Our Terms of Endearment...One More Day
But Just Don’t Look For Me. Love, Monkey
Matt's runaway," my daughter said. My wife stared wide-eyed at me looking for answers. I shook my head affirmatively and handed her the note.
Reasons Why
Reasons Why...The Value of Nonsense...Love is an Action Verb...My Greatest Gifts and A Wish for You and Yours.
Camelot Lost Revisited
The memorial dedication reads: “The joy and excitement of John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s life belong to all men. So did the pain and sorrow of his death. When he died on November 22, 1963, shock and agony touched human conscience throughout…
School Supplizin’!
Last Sunday evening, my daughter came bounding in the back door after a full day of shopping with her mom to gather everything a first grader requires. With a Cheshire grin, a twinkle in her eye, and satisfied sense of…
