When we traveled to Pittsburgh in May for my mother’s funeral, we also attended services at her church: The Primitive Methodist Church of Carnegie, PA. It’s a tiny church with a small but lively congregation. It was Mother’s Day, and the praises offered by the members of the congregation and echoed by the minister in... Continue Reading →
I though you guys would like to know what Cheryl was doing while we struggled with her replacement. Don’t try to do the geography, it only works in my head.
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In~vol~untary evacuation can lead to marvelous e~vol~utionary processes. For instance, last week we were forced to cancel our dream vacation (again) to Costa Rica, land of volcanoes and Pura Vida. Since we don’t have relatives living in brick homes elsewhere in Florida, we looked outside of the vacation peninsula for refuge. Much of my family lives in Louisiana, already filled with evacuees from the devastation of Hurricane Harvey as the state itself is just now recouperating from the mind numbing flooding they experienced last Summer. We have children up in Nebraska, but since flying was already iffy at best, we decided to head to Atlanta where there was ONE hotel that we found good reservations. And where my youngest lives, a great opportunity to visit one of my ducklings.
No, there were no volcanoes there; but what we found were wonderful receptive communities who opened their hotels, restaurants and hearts…
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Happy Mother's Day to my lovely editor and all the mothers in this wonderful community. I'm going to close comments here. If you have some time, visit one of those special women.
If we were having a beer, you would start with a nice gesture. “Hey, sorry about your Steelers. Everything’s on me today, beer, wine, wings. Order up.” “Thanks. That’s nice of you. It’s also nice of you not to rub the Patriots win in.” “I’m a Giants fan, we own those guys.” “Did I hear... Continue Reading →
Our Christmas tree is an understated item that tucks into one corner of our family room. It may not be large, but it meets several requirements. First, it fits in a room that doesn’t have much room to spare. Second, it won’t catch on fire. Since the woodstove is also in that room, that’s a... Continue Reading →
My blog buddy Dan lives on the west coast, but recently wrote about menu malfunctions in Poland, China and Mexico. He kinda-sorta implied that such things wouldn’t happen here in the good old USofA. He might be right. I don’t remember ever ordering something off the menu and being served something different. On the other... Continue Reading →
Note: This is a guest post for the Cherished Blogfest. It was written by my brother Bruce and I am honored to present it to you. I have an oil painting of my late wife Barb from a picture we took in Mt. Tamalpais State Park in 1976. It was painted by my daughter, Sara... Continue Reading →
It’s not much of a door, but it’s an important structure and it’s worth a few hundred words. That’s one of the entrances to the Windsor Locks Fire Department’s burger booth at their annual carnival. Volunteer fire department carnivals are a summertime staple in New England, and probably throughout much of this country. There are... Continue Reading →
I never thought that I’d have to preface a post with a disclaimer regarding how it’s not a post about gender identity. It’s not. The expression in the title is what my father used to tell me as he dealt with my injury du jour. He would look at my skinned knee, brush the bits... Continue Reading →