I got home from my son’s hockey practice earlier this evening. After everyone settled in, I flipped on the Australian Open as background noise while I checked email, FB, the weather, and a few mindless things. My mindless escape from a couple of busy, if not trying, days, was instantly diverted. I felt my heart leap into my throat as I read Mark DiMarzio’s post first. My hopes of some alternate meaning shattered as I read posts on Hub’s FB wall.
If you have read my blog at all you know that I enjoy taking pictures. I enjoy photographs taken by others. I love what pictures have to say without a single written or spoken word.…
I am pretty sure that my views and thoughts that I am about to share are either warped or certainly not taken serious by many. We will see how many times I change the words…
This is a re-post/update to a post I did back in November. After having just dealt with a primary here in NH, I thought this might be worth posting again. Seriously, watch and listen to…
Thank you to all the people who have read through any of my posts. Thank you to the people who have interacted with me here and encouraged me to start writing and sharing. Thank you…
Just about any time I think about our military personnel, past and present, when I really think of all they do, all they sacrifice, I cry. I am especially emotional on this subject at Christmas…
I Was Born The Son Of A Preacher Man Today is my birthday and forty-four years ago today, I was born. I was born the son of a preacher man. Two days before the celebration…