Growing up, I guess until the age of 45, I never thought the tropics were something I would love. Man, it took me a long time to find something important that was missing. What was that missing element in my life, one might ask? Often, I think it is an intangible thing, but I’ll give…
Last November I was faced with the decision of taking social security at sixty-two or wait until some age between now and seventy or even at all, but I’m not opposed to social programs that I’ve paid for all my life. This decision is something I was pretty sure about it, as recently as two…
Jen and I often talked about travelling the world or just travelling the USA while we were working. I suppose it is a dream of a lot of people to travel and experience locations not always unlike your own in landscape, but culturally different. And, of course, there are those places that are so extremely…
Lately, my conversation has been remembering things from my past. This doesn’t mean everything was about things I’ve done, no, some of it was remembering about a world less complicated. Kids were a dream with wondering what kind of people they would be. Times when politics actually made since instead of the modern-day shit or…
Awhile back, I was talking to my book reviewer/editor (Kate) about how writing about something is like a high-level view of the real story and is often just a catalyst to a memory. Even in my book, my love of music and the eclectic nature of my taste got overshadowed by the many other things…
I was sitting on my dad’s couch yesterday morning, talking and sharing coffee, and as we often do, the subject of the FAA came up. We were talking about common people we knew and about career choices we made, when it dawned on me that April Fool’s Day 2023, today, was supposed to be my…
Jen has this poem, “Spring has sprung, the grass has ris, I wonder where the birdies is?”. I always know it is spring and time to get busy with the yard, or as we jokingly refer to it as the grounds, when I hear her say it. We have more weeds than ever, which I…
I think we spend most of our lives trying to figure out some kind of purpose. Some are lucky to find that early on and that might be a career or family. We often define ourselves by what we do for a living. Many people really have nothing they can pinpoint about themselves other than…
One would ask, how many times do you need to do something before you realize the same result is going to happen? For me, I guess I haven’t hit my limit, but I sure hope I’m learning enough to stop commenting around certain people. Maybe it is a generational thing as those younger are certain…
Most of my life I have loved working with my hands. The ultimate expression being the working of wood. To make a door, a table, maybe even something having drawers. Theoretically, I get the concept of making anything and everything. I’ve restored many things, but I’m merely renewing, repairing, maybe resurfacing. The main theme though…
