The following little story is a teenager’s confession of guilt. It comes forty-years after the infractions were committed and safely after any statutes of limitations or the possibility of being grounded at home for a month. Continue reading A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties
This past week of painfully oppressive hot and humid days had me experiencing hazy flashbacks, not because of a heat stroke or dehydration, but the vivid memories of a summer spent as a teen working with the construction crew of the Shenandoah Telephone Company (now Shentel). Continue reading Lineman for the County
John, my friend since childhood, told me months ago that he had been saving something for me and that he’d deliver the next time that we saw each other. That next time, oddly enough, was at a funeral. I was a pallbearer and he works for the funeral home that was providing services for the deceased. True to his word, John retrieved a small collection of items from the back seat of a company vehicle. Continue reading A Blast from the Past
I was sitting at a bar one night in Hilton Head, which wasn’t that uncommon at that point in my life. But what was memorable was the live entertainment for the evening.
The transport ambulance had been 45 minutes late for the 3-hour drive to the convalescent home. And, on top of that, it was raining. Neither of the drivers seemed overly concerned, continually chit-chatting about things that had nothing to do with patient care. Continue reading Permanent Marker
On my return trip from Bulgaria, I successfully smuggled six items past the U.S. Customs and Border Protection at Dulles International Airport. A fifth of unlabeled homemade liquor, a large zip-lock bag full of something very illegal looking, a quart jar of honey, and three match books of assorted tomato seeds. Continue reading Tomatoes
You know that flood of memories that you get when you hear that certain song on the radio, catch a whiff of a certain aroma in the air, or taste something special for the first time in years. A person’s five senses sure can play games with their mind; some producing smiles full of happiness, while others stir the pot of sadness which you thought were safely set aside forever. Continue reading Makes Perfect Sense to Me