As always happens in a college town around the middle of May the beginning of tank top season arrives. The sweet young things seem to come out of the woodwork wearing short shorts, tank tops, and 4-inch sandles. Continue reading
Today I lost the streak of Luck which has orbited my life like a second moon for the last 10 years. (She had just finished doing my taxes, photo above. Bless her soul.)
My Lucky Dawg – who showed up on a cold winter night in 2007 – left us today, but she created hundreds of good memories and a warm feeling that will remain with me forever. I think Teddy, Cajun and Tubby (my other meaningful departed furry friends were waiting to welcome her at the end of the “Rainbow Bridge” as she crossed over. Her human mother (me) could be heard in the background begging for her to come back. Continue reading
We’re really not turning 70, are we? Certainly not. We’re only 18 (with 52 years of experience). Our classmate, Ruthie, ushers in the new decade with a cake for all 15 of us.
The girls of the West Point High School of ’65 (at least the ones close or determined enough to come) celebrated their entry into another decade last week. I would have posted sooner, but its taken me this long to recover.
I couldn’t help but recall our 16th birthday party when our parents got together to throw us a big dance at the Henry Clay Hotel – in the Safari Room. We danced the nite away under the watchful eyes of our folks. Continue reading
November 2016 continues to be a trying month. I’ve had a few snafus but nothing tops losing a best friend. My closest buddy (both physically and emotionally) succumbed to ovarian cancer Monday evening and we will lay her to rest today. She is pictured above less than two months ago with her son John and grandson Nathan. Continue reading
Unthinkable, utter blackout. I can only imagine.
The year is 2017 or 2020…or maybe tomorrow. Some evil force has rendered the world’s satellites impotent and the planet is cast into darkness. Literally. No cell phone service, no television, no cash registers, no ATMs and no place to spend a dollar anyway. We’re dead meat. Continue reading