Month: June 2020

I often write about how when you spend your entire life in one place you get to the point when almost every death has an effect on you.And you never know what that effect will be.So when I read the… Continue Reading →

The news feed on my phone was enough to make a person go back to bed and pull the covers over his face: murder hornets, locusts, fireworks every night (and all night), cicadas, a massive dust storm, a town above… Continue Reading →

About two months ago, when the nation’s attention was focused almost solely on the coronavirus pandemic, I came across a quote that summed up precisely how we needed to approach the problem before us: “When I is replaced with We,… Continue Reading →

My daughter, my son and I shared a little text fun recently with each of us listing ten musical albums that influenced our lives. The operative word being “influenced.” Not just your ten favorite, but ten that meant something.One on… Continue Reading →

I don’t recall how I knew of the John Greenleaf Whittier poem “Barbara Frietchie” in June of 1967, after all there was no such thing as Google then. But I do recall using its two most memorable lines in my… Continue Reading →

“A short pencil is better than a long memory,” I hear my first editor Bill Watson say every time I type something into the notes app on my iPhone.What Mr. Watson meant was to write things down. Come across a… Continue Reading →

She was 2 years old and out of the corner of my eye I saw her pick up something off the floor and put it in her mouth. I immediately stuck in my finger to retrieve whatever it was and… Continue Reading →

I don’t remember when I ate my first Majestic hot dog. It was probably more than 60 years ago. But I do remember my most recent. That was yesterday. I treated myself for being a good citizen and going to… Continue Reading →