Here’s a look back in time to the 1950’s in the United States. This is An old Homemovie of a Family and their Motorcycle (that was a link to my ‘yet to be massive’ Youtube channel:) Continue reading Americana and a Motorcycle
You should never trust an old recipe that doesn’t have a few stains or some food smeared on it. If it’s not dirty or well-worn, then it probably wasn’t used very often to begin with and isn’t worth the effort to make. Continue reading Old Handwritten Recipes
Here’s a few pictures and a video from yesterday’s wonderful day along the Shenandoah River here in Virginia. A blue sky dotted with white clouds above the scenic river, the tree’s leaves beginning to change their colors, a vineyard full of grapes lining the far side of the river’s bank. The Shenandoah Valley basked in God’s glory. Continue reading Swinging Bridge
I was working in Aunt B’s basement yesterday, and she followed me down the stairs and began rummaging through some boxes, looking at old pictures. The more that I looked, the more that I was amazed. Continue reading Aunt B’s Pictures
Back before the days of OSHA, on a 32-foot extension ladder far, far away, a young man took his first steps up the ladder for a short career as a house painter.
I was in-between jobs, to the point of being desperate for gas money. Not Mad Max desperate, but pretty close. A friend told me of a friend who had his own little painting business and that he was looking for some temporary help during the summertime. Continue reading House Painter for Hire
I was sitting at a bar one afternoon, hanging out with the regulars, just sipping on a beer and shooting the breeze. I hadn’t been born or raised in the area, but had morphed into a bar fly through osmosis, averaging four or five visits a week, and talking a good game while possessing the ability to drink to an unhealthy level while still working a job for 60 hours a week. That made you normal, just one of the guys. Continue reading Self Medication
I wrote a very short story yesterday entitled You Know You’re in a Small Town if… which naturally had me reminiscing and dreaming about those days up on the mountain. Some of us constantly need people around. Some are happier being alone. And somewhere in the middle is a really nice place to live. Continue reading Life on the Mountainside