I wish a buck was still silver It was back when the country was strongBack before Elvis, before Vietnam war came alongBefore the Beatles and yesterdayWhen a man could still work and still wouldIs the best of the free… Continue reading

 The other day I wrote about the stages of life. I decided I needed to add one, one the experts seemed to have overlooked. I have become a curator. Well, all of that is just tongue in cheek stuff, ruminations… Continue reading

 We went from mass shootings and gun control to Epstein commits suicide! Amazing how that works isn’t it? Are these things just ” random acts ” or perhaps manufactured and manipulated by powerful forces? I really try to avoid conspiracy… Continue reading

 We changed our decor a bit yesterday. Really just a rearrangement of what we already have. The results are quite pleasing to me. Different certainly but will soon become familiar. Isn’t when we become too familiar with our decor that… Continue reading

 I do enjoy a discussion, an exchange of ideas, I always have. When I was young I would ” argue ” with my father. He, like millions of fathers, would shake his head and tell me you don’t know what… Continue reading

 I saw a posting where this little boy is coming home from his first day at vacation bible school. He has his back pack and a big smile. Yes, it warms my heart to see such. I was reminded of… Continue reading

 There is much talk of gun control once again. Perhaps there will be legislation passed, perhaps not. It seems that will be dependent on the news. Should some natural disaster take place, or a celebrity get themselves in trouble, or… Continue reading

 I have been working on the family tree for many years now. In so doing I have gathered many family stories. Well, not so many stories as assorted bits of information, Information passed on as a remembrance. I have also… Continue reading

 This morning my mind is just swirling with thoughts. I can’t seem to focus on one thing.It’s a mixture of frustration and grief. Frustrated that the same old narrative is being repeated over and over again and grief that those… Continue reading

 We all have memories of home. More specifically we all have memories of things that were in our homes as we grew up. You know what I mean, those little objects that were always there. It may have been a… Continue reading