“Why did you move here of all places, after living in Miami?” That was the first question asked by the recently acquired staff of employees in Fredericksburg. It had been a two-day move in a Ryder rental truck, the axle restricted to 55 MPH, a stylish Mercury Bobcat in tow. The transfer to Virginia had been requested. Continue reading Miami Revisited- Communication and Cocaine
If you were professionally moved to or from Woodstock, Virginia at any point during your lifetime, chances are very good that you know the name R.J. Lambert (my Grandfather). In February 2008, Aunt Dot compiled the following 20-page document which shares a brief history of the family business, along with memories from family members, some old photos, even business receipts from the 1920’s and 30’s. Enjoy!
Like most people, Zach had made many a mistake during his lifetime, be it still a young one after only nineteen years. But now his mistakes had somehow managed to speed from zero to sixty and back to a screeching halt, all during one life-changing evening. Nowhere to go but up, as the old saying goes. But this time it was up over the junkyard’s security fence and past an angry German Shepard. Continue reading Stripped
In the folk’s basement, in 1978, my friends and myself were recorded on a cassette tape while making some music and sharing good times. Kindda makes you want to tap your toes and sing along:)
Gladryl, the Dachshund, loved to go fishing as much as I did. If she was within ear-shot of the front porch, the moment that I picked up a fishing pole on my way to the river, her head would perk-up, and off she’d head towards the water’s edge. Continue reading A Dog Goes Fishing (The Cabin on the River-Part Two)
The OCD has finally worked to my advantage. After 6 months of learning new things every single day, I’ve officially listed a book for sale on Amazon. Continue reading The New Book