She was probably twenty-years old. Five foot, 9 inches tall with dirty brown, shoulder-length hair. Her wheelchair was nothing special, pretty much run-of-the-mill as far as handicapped accessories go. It was 95 degrees outside this afternoon and she was wearing long pants. For a twenty year old, she wasn’t making much of a fashion statement, but she was sporting some pretty cool-looking Nike’s. Continue reading Devotion
A funny thing happened on the way to Koprivshtitsa.
Bulgaria is a nation beaming with heart-warming tradition and folklore. When I touched down in Sofia to begin my adventure, it was Baba Marta Day (Grandma March). Continue reading Bulgaria- Dah or Neh?
A chuckle and smile as the pillow meets her head
Bedtime stories that I used to read
Bears and Birds and Squirrels in trees
Things upon which a three year old dreams
How it’s chuck full of cheese
Little green men up on Mars
How little we are, great big is the world
But only as big as little imaginations sure are
A moment of stretches, of yawns and sighs
Chasing feet through pant legs
Coats and mittens on cold days
Twice the time getting ready, I like it that way
Does she see me as a father, as just her Dad
A man who held her and hugged her
And wiped away her sad tears
I’ll think of her for the rest of my years
I have issues. It’s a long list, as anyone that knows me well enough will tell you. And on that long list are entries numbered 3, 7, 12 and 21. Significant both as issues on the list and literally the written numbers themselves. A self-diagnosis of these particular issues points towards a hybrid virus of Numerology and Arithmomania. Oh, wait, Wheel of Fortune is on. Continue reading Numbers
My Uncle Bob entered the U.S. military as a teenager, served in 4 out of 5 branches of the Armed Forces during his 35 year career and now lies amongst the fellow heroes whom made the ultimate sacrifice for our country.
A 34 minute video of family life in Woodstock, Virginia (Circa 1963>). Some interesting clips, even if you don’t know the characters. A drive down Main St.–the old Woodstock Pool for an Easter egg hunt, Shentel Company picnic at Cave Springs, etc. If we’ve never bathed together before, you can skip to 9:42 to see what you missed:)