The Rescue of Albirdio

Once, when my youngest son Peter was just a little guy, he was playing ball inside the house and broke a window. I’d been out in my shop and didn’t hear the crash and Peter, not wanting to deal with the situation, just skipped over to a friend’s house to play. When I...

The risk is small, the rewards are great

Tomorrow, I’m going to a wedding. No, it’s not my wedding…I already did that once…it’s the wedding of one of our surrogate daughters. Sarah lived with us for approximately three years before moving out on her own. She was an interesting kid at times, but then I...

The River’s Risin’

What I’m doing these days is working on a transition from partially retired, (working two days per week) to completely retired (giving the whole damned thing up). It’s been hard. I’ve read, and I’m inclined to believe, that some people, folks with not the greatest...

The River’s Risin’

Retirement’s on my mind this morning. It’s because I posted a news item about Kathy Barwick’s up coming performances (see left column below) and that got me to thinking about how the really smart ones among us are able, with some good planning and...

The Road I Walk

In my younger days, when summer was never ending and the river never stopped flowing; when snow fell before me, just because it was beautiful in its silence; when my muse was a single stick and a blanket to pitch my tent beneath the summer moon; when a walk on a...