Some of you know that I have been going to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra perform in concert for 17 consecutive years now. It has truly become a staple in my Christmas season every year. Continue Reading...
I Stood In The Rain
Holding On
Are all of the days this long? I'm tired to the point that my body wants to tap out. Can't I just sit here with my thoughts for a while longer? Must we always sleep? Right now it's quiet. There are no additional requirements. Peace sits next to me and it too, is at ease. Please let this last. Sleep, I need badly, but if only not to interrupt the balance of perpetual thought. A soundtrack Continue Reading...
To the Help
This one goes out to the help. The volunteers. The community. The common thread found among a group. Maybe it's a passion that you didn't realize you had, but you couldn't stay away knowing that things needed to be done right. I know I have said this, maybe too many times, over the last 15 years, but I believe it, it's all about the kids. So, when we get put to the test to host a baseball Continue Reading...
We Weren't Done Yet!
Isn't there another chance to learn that play? A chance to show the new skill being mastered? When can we cover this again? Why does it always have to end? Those who are closest to me in the baseball circles that I tread upon, they know how the last day of the season means to me. How much it affects me. And they probably know how much I have written on the subject over the years. But this year Continue Reading...
Hardest One To Lose
I don't know which is the harder one to lose; the one you love, or the one who dearly loved you. ~ Steve Beal Sr. 2016. Continue Reading...
It's Alright to be Impacted by the Game
Sometimes I stay up quite late just so I can let my mind run away from the real, and approach subjects that I would much rather touch, or certainly feel. Then there are times when I lengthen the day just to wrestle free from the noise, you know, to get out from under the distractions, and that which just annoys. So, what. So I can prove that, maybe, something good happens after midnight, and I Continue Reading...
Missing Dad
I'm here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I'm missing my Dad. He'd be sitting right here, outside in the warm air. We'd be talking about this, or that, or even silently enjoying that which God created. Sharing a mutual respect for the simple things that make life grand. Seven weeks ago today, God took him home. I'm home, and I miss him. I mowed the Continue Reading...
A Month and the Sox
April 14, 2016 - My Dad was taken home by his Lord and Saviour. There are bunches of my words and stories that you can read if you so wish, regarding my Dad's death found in the following links. Dad. The Man is Gone. A Dad and This Boy. I miss him. May 14, 2016 - We took the twins and their older brothers to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play. It is the 6-year-old twins' first Continue Reading...
Northern Flicker
This little visitor popped by today. The twins and I were happy to take a look at this natural beauty. Continue Reading...