One evening I was dreaming about Mitch and I at the age of 19 in Daytona Beach, a trip that we took to reset our minds before the stress of months of college classes. If my brain could type, I’d have three-hundred pages already. Continue reading Mitch and Robin in Daytona Beach
Little Abigail had spent a good part of her young life playing with her older sister Lynn. Summers were particularly good times, with warm days spent out of doors, massive blue skies towering above her head and those refreshing, gentle afternoon breezes. Chasing butterflies with a net. Chasing the family cat with a lot of giggles, but not with any luck. And quiet evenings spent lying on the soft front lawn, watching the lighting-bugs and the stars in the sky, patiently waiting to see which one would out twinkle the other. Continue reading (And now for something totally different) A Children’s Story
Bulgaria is a beautiful country. Pristine rivers run through the Balkan and Rhodope mountain ranges, flowing across the Thracian plains, finally reaching the Black Sea. Its bordering neighbors include Macedonia, Serbia, Romania, Greece and Turkey. The country is about the size of Tennessee, with a population of nearly 7.5 million people. The cities have a very vibrant, modern feel about them. Venture out into the countryside and you’re very likely to find an older couple, sitting alongside of the road, proudly hawking yogurt, wine, potatoes and onions, all produced on their family’s farm. Continue reading Bulgaria (Part Two)
(Part One of a multi-post story about an adventure in Bulgaria. Possibly entertaining. Informative by accident. Occasionally humorous.)
The good thing about the average age of someone having a mid-life crisis being redefined during the course of your lifetime is that you get to have multiple lapses in ‘mature judgement’. Just before my birthday a few years ago, I did what any middle-aged man would do. I purchased round trip tickets for ‘one adult’ on Austrian Airlines, packed a suitcase, and flew across the globe to the small, Eastern European country of Bulgaria.
I didn’t just spin the globe and stop it with my finger. Continue reading Bulgaria (Part-One)
Just like a lot of other people, I ingest news on a daily basis, from every possible media source. Internet, television, newspaper and radio. The ‘paper’ selling headlines are filled with death, destruction, and unthinkable crimes. The race for political office, millions of illegal aliens, mass murder, ACLU this, ACLU that. Continue reading The Talent Show
(My wonderful Goddaughter and I went to Costa Rica a couple of years ago. Here’s the actual email that I sent to our loved ones back home. OK, you’re right, the edited email.)
So Rachel and I went to the beach today for the first time. A short walk down from our hotel. The sand at this stretch of beach is dark brown/black from volcanic rock. Lots of waves..lots of surfers. Not for swimming. After we double coated Rachel with 9000 SPF, she did what women do. Lay and bake, read a book. Turn over. Repeat.
Back when I was ten, eleven, maybe twelve years old, me and my best friend would plan bike hikes, usually on a Saturday morning, to explore different local attractions. But not the ones that you’d find in a travel brochure. Back in a time when you might tell a parent that “I’m going over to Mitch’s house” and then take off on your spider bike, no helmet, no kneepads, no money, no cell phone, and best of all, no worries. Continue reading Bike Hikes