My Son Called Me —
My son called yesterday and asked if I would go to a funeral with him this afternoon. A very close friend’s father, a man he knew well and liked, died unexpectedly at age 66. This was the first time he … Read More
My son called yesterday and asked if I would go to a funeral with him this afternoon. A very close friend’s father, a man he knew well and liked, died unexpectedly at age 66. This was the first time he … Read More
Old lessons reemerge as we progress through life. I am a retired military guy and learned early on that though I had the authority, except for operational decisions, the men and women I was responsible for came first. What was … Read More
It’s unfortunate the push for the bottom line in business today robs the young future leader of his or her inheritance – integrity, honesty, loyalty, creativity and sense of responsibility. Mature human beings, true leaders and mentors are not supposed to … Read More
A friend told me the doctor confirmed a small lump in her breast. Early 60’s, a Latino woman loved by all whose broken English and wonderful smile projected the materialism of this caring, beautiful grandmother. A practiced, true professional tailor. … Read More
Jewels adorn, fine raiment embrace, supple leathers wrap Unworn, Grand library built, master volumes set, mankind’s finest thoughts Unread, Better china none, purest crystal gleam, gold and silver the table set For one, Day’s slandered dawn, gentle breeze makes fresh, … Read More
The Yard is just incredible in that there is always a plethora of flying life in all colors crisscrossing and stopping for a quick snack on seed. In a previous entry I mentioned we had attracted a Field Mouse and … Read More
The throne—the water closet—the rest room—the little boys room—the John—the Larry—the Latrine—the can—the washroom—the hiding place—the head—the pit stop—the reading room—the house of the crescent moon—the lounge—the growler—the bathroom—the potty —the crapper—the study—the privy—the facilities—the bank—the home away from home—the … Read More
Photography is an art form; taking pictures is not an art form. One who uses a camera is not necessarily a photographer. The art is the final portrayal of what the artist envisions, using the photographic medium. A photographer sees … Read More
Ill-fated scrawl the Wretch lay low with box in hand and torch to light the pith of ground a-top Pill Knob a swell whose vantage kings could fight and pupils tight in gaze of musk to wait and burn whit’s … Read More