“You old guys” haul

Ever since I was small, Americans have been known as people on the move. Now that I have lived in … More

memories

One of my earliest memories I can still somewhat recall, is riding in a car with other kids. It was … More

Doing for Others

Descending into the hell of one’s own making, is what a minister today called the present path of a world … More

yin and yang

It’s New Years Eve. Sporadic echoes of (illegal) fireworks penetrate this old house one or twice an hour since early … More

of dogs, dreams and high school poetry

I can still picture “Igor Pugachev” in my mind, though he has likely been dead more than twenty years. I … More

Christmas Ghost: a bedtime story

The last several nights have been an imposition on our dogs and even our offspring who drove down from Los … More

Christmas on my street includes dancing Minions

The squeals of small children, guffaws of parents, and one very surprised “Ah, F@#$!”, from a gent driving by in … More

thump morning

If someone is able to wait a million years, your Arizona property may yet become ocean waterfront when Southern California … More

“in”s and “out”s

We take our grandson out every chance we can. With life complicated enough for working parents, raising a two-year old, finding … More