I could hear the piston engines – their menacing murmur – long before I actually saw the planes the other evening.
Monthly Archives: August 2016
Apparently, our granddaughter’s first attempt to negotiate a narrow gate at the local playground didn’t go all that well yesterday.
Live long enough, and you’re bound to encounter it I suppose: A feeling of utter helplessness.
‘So what do you do?’ a friend asked, as he shared the story of a 31-year-old step-niece who’s turning tricks to support her drug addiction.
It took almost 37 years, but we finally made our ‘honeymoon’ trip to Ireland this summer.
My dear wife teases me about that every once in a while: How long it took us (i.e., me) to get our act together and visit the land of her ancestors’ birth.
We’re making a little progress, my brothers and I, in the effort to help our Mom downsize from the home of our youth. Yesterday, our clean-out day unearthed a front-page treasure that had been squirreled away in a steamer trunk for the past 47 years or so.