Went to a church that had no altar. In it’s place was a stage with two microphones on stands. High stools were placed by those microphones, I suppose for the comfortable seating of the preacher, pastor or minister. I… Continue reading

  It being memorial day my thoughts just naturally turn to the solemn occasion we are told to celebrate. It is becoming a bit more disturbing every year, I suppose as I approach my final Monday. You know, it wasn’t… Continue reading

  As memorial day approaches the advertising intensifies. There is much to be gained, given at a discount, as a tribute to our fallen heroes. Huge discounts on the all -American Jeep, discounts on one-day bathroom install and discounts on… Continue reading

  Memorial day. Hopefully we all know by now what we are commemorating, the lives lost in the defense of our nation. Yes, we hear about a celebration, that is supposed to somehow ease the pain. It follows along the… Continue reading

  Where you live. I wrote yesterday about growing up in a small town on Long Island. I mentioned the summer people that streamed out every weekend between Memorial day and Labor day. A necessary thing for the local economy,… Continue reading

 Growing up in a small town in the fifties and sixties definitely influenced my future. East Hampton, yes of “The Hamptons” is where I lived. During my time it was a bustling place between memorial day and Labor day. That… Continue reading

  The dates are piling up. I haven’t set up my computer to give me reminders, an early warning system of impending dates marking significant events. This morning for instance I discovered it was an old friends birthday. I have… Continue reading

  I’m a bit of a hoarder, a collector of artifacts from the past related to my friends and family. I have been fortunate to have inherited these items over the years through the thoughtfulness of others. It is no… Continue reading

  After writing yesterdays posting I thought about starting a new project. It wouldn’t be an autobiography, nothing that ambitious, but rather the telling of secrets. My working title is, “after I’m gone.” That would be because I wouldn’t want… Continue reading

  I often feel like these blogs of mine are nothing more than talking to myself. That’s not a bad thing, I seldom get into an argument and have learned a few things over the years. I have found that… Continue reading