The poem. Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire. But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire. Continue Reading...
The Day on the Lake
Every once in a while, and probably more often than that, it’s good to do the things you talk about doing year after year. For the past several years, whenever we run into some good friends of ours, whether it be through baseball, or hockey, or how ever it is that we run into each other, the discussion invariably leads to the same thing, “you’ve got to come up to the lake with us”, or some Continue Reading...