December 9: @ Flames 3 vs. Keene 1
The Pee Wee Major Flames had a chance to rebound from a loss yesterday with a home game this afternoon. The Flames hosted a Granite State League game vs. Keene (0-4-1), looking to even their…
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Steve Beal Sr.
I am just a man. I am a father, a son, and a husband. I am a homemaker, caretaker, coach, writer, speaker, and photographer. I love God. I love my family. I love my country. God has blessed my family and I, and I am eternally grateful. Author of Generation Jumping: Losing those who are not lost. Downtime with my family is about as good as it gets for me. Being outdoors in nature, among the animals and the wilderness, the Created, comes pretty close. Baseball, followed by hockey, are my two favorite sports, with several others a close third. I would rather do it right the first time. Honesty, respect, and integrity are virtues that I hold dear, so I call it like I see it. Before we as a society attempt to re-define these words, I will be here telling the raw truth.
Princess and a Pirate
As promised, Halloween 2012 pictures. I know this was back in early November (thanks to SS Sandy), but I have been busy. Actually, there’s no excuse. Better late than never. So, here they are; Cinderella…
December 8: @ Flames 1 vs. Bulldogs 5
Saturday afternoon the Flames returned to home ice for a game against the Bulldogs. These two teams have played each other several times already this season. Each of the games thus far has been intensely…
Remembering Dennis Traynor and Pearl Harbor
I wrote the following piece last year. I haven’t changed anything from then. I am thinking of and praying for the entire Traynor family today, and this season. I am also reminded of the historical…
“There’s an eagle up there”
Theodore and Jacqueline have both been coughing and congested for a week or so now. So I have gone through dozens of tissues, blown noses, wipes, and the charade of mixing it up to keep…
“That’s my receipt”
I found an old receipt and picked it up off of the end table. I held it up and asked the following. Me: Can someone please throw this away for daddy? Theodore: (without looking up,…