Letting Go

We’re getting ready to have another yard sale. Before our last couple of yard sales, Henry has suggested, “Why don’t you sell the Framus guitar?” His reasoning is sound: It’s ugly, sounds awful, and I will never play it. I tell him, “I can’t sell it. Herman gave it to...

Letting Go

We’re getting ready to have another yard sale. Before our last couple of yard sales, Henry has suggested, “Why don’t you sell the Framus guitar?” His reasoning is sound: It’s ugly, sounds awful, and I will never play it. I tell him, “I can’t sell it. Herman gave it to...

Life

Life’s darn near normal again. Starting the new year and getting past the short dark winter days is working wonders for my moods. I’m at 45 work days and counting until retirement. Daylight is lasting to 5:45 or 6:00 and getting longer everyday. The sun is shining...

Life

“There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it is going to be a butterfly.” I don’t know who said this, but I can’t debate it.I am making and taking a broad swipe of a subject this month. That subject is life. Life itself is an enigma; an imagined reality. Or is...

Life After Plymouth

Dear friends, Ouch! It’s Fall. Sigh… Hail to thee, bluegrass fans. Many of us are crawling unwillingly back into the lives we live to live the life we love. We work a hundreds days to get four days of the joyous and worthy blessing of the music and...