Not to be a downer going into the weekend, when moods are supposed to be giddy with happiness at the prospect of two days off after a hard week of work, but I just had to type this one up. Continue reading Good Night Adam
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
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.
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…
A short video from 50 years ago of my Dad and I out in the woods harvesting the family’s Christmas tree. For a person of my age, I am so blessed to have home movies of my childhood. Thank you Aunt B and your 8mm camera. And to have been raised by two wonderful parents.