After my Nephew passed away in February, I planted some wildflowers seeds as a memorial. ‘Adam’s Garden’ No freakin’ tulips or daffodils. There’s symbolism growing everywhere in the little garden around the patio.
And one chair in which I sit. Continue reading Adam’s Garden
Sunshine, a six-pack of beer, and a swimmin’ hole.
It’s not like Zack and his friends didn’t have a chlorinated, public pool a few blocks from their houses in town, but the newly discovered swimmin’ hole some ten miles out of town was much more entertaining. The Lil’ Wolf Hole was hidden from the World by a thick grove of trees, just a muddied dirt path away from a busy highway and what they considered normal. Continue reading The Kiss
This is a short audio/video clip featuring the Junior Choir of Saint Paul’s U.C.C. Church in Woodstock, Virginia performing in this past December’s ‘Singing Christmas Tree’. Continue reading Christmas Music in April
I once took a lady out fishing, one beautiful summer afternoon. A day when all things of importance were remembered and the unnecessary were left behind. Continue reading More Fishing Lessons
It’s a pity that the beauty of Christmas isn’t shared throughout the year. Give this a listen.
It was a big deal. A senior class of 171 students traveling en masse by school bus to visit the nation’s capital. Washington D.C. There were the jocks, the freaks, the brainiacs. Every aspect of high school society was represented and herded into five county buses for the two hour drive North to tour the wonders of the greatest museums of the greatest country in the world. Continue reading C.H.S. Goes to Washington
I’m quite possibly the only straight guy in America that knows all of the words to all of the songs from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Sound of Music”. I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but we did have a Baby Grand piano in the living room. And my Mom played, and my Sisters played, and my Dad played. And I sang along. Continue reading And now, I’d like to Sing a Song
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