My Dad spent 10 days at a Regional Hospital for back surgery, 35 days at an assisted living facility for rehabilitation, then returned home for 4 days. On day 5 at home, he fell on the concrete surface of our car port and broke his hip. Continue reading An Angel at the Drive-Thru Window
Back when I was a boy! (as I pull-up my trousers and speak like an older man:) Life was simple for a teenager growing up in Small Town U.S.A. In 1978, the population of Woodstock, Virginia was somewhere around 2500 people. Continue reading Our Jericho Mile
Some twenty years ago, as I was meandering through this thing called Life, I crashed in my sister’s basement for a while, as one chapter closed and I awaited for the next one to open. Not to get all Philosophical,, but I’ve come to believe that there’s a reason for where you are at any particular moment. Continue reading One Particular Harbor
Men in suits. Ladies with festive hats. Children in their Easter outfits. It’s the fifties on film. Saint Paul’s UCC. Woodstock, Virginia in 1950.
I tell you what. I JUST got my hands on a copy of The Singing Christmas Tree performance from December 2017, at Saint Paul’s United Church of Christ in Woodstock, Virginia. And you know what? We were pretty daggone good. I’m an old rock & roller, listen to the Stones for breakfast, but live music of any kind is good music. Continue reading Christmas Music in Febuary
The old man had cried on and off over the past five days.
It’s not manly. It’s not the way a man is supposed to act. A grown man sobbing like a little girl. A grown man tearing up during a chance encounter with a neighbor or with a salesperson who had simply said ‘have a nice day’. Continue reading Why, Why, Why?
I had a depressing thought today, more-so than my normal ones.
My Dad’s had some medical issues this month and I’ve been acting as his full-time nurse (and I look terrible in the outfit). Continue reading When I’m 64…