All over the country small towns are dying. They are being replaced by housing communities. The town proper is still there but local business is all but non existent. Mom and Pop replaced by the chain stores. The residents of… Continue reading

Just head down the Springy Banks rd. Roll on past Settlers Landing and Boys Harbor. When you go far enough turn left and head on down to Sammys beach. Rode and drove that route many times but still can’t tell… Continue reading

Those big old houses stood like sentinels on the shore. Looking out over the dunes toward the Ocean. They stood silent and empty waiting,waiting for the arrival of spring. These were the summer ” cottages “of the rich. Artists and… Continue reading

School clothes. Now it is the mall and the outlet stores. That’s were you go for school clothes. When I was growing up it was the Sears catalog and Bobby Brills. I remember sitting at the kitchen table with Mom… Continue reading

It was to be the boys tenth birthday. He was really growing up, even his Grandmother said so. He had never known his mother,she passed away shortly after his birth. Of course he had an older brother and he knew… Continue reading

Each of us are connected to the past. The degree of that connection differs for each. How strong do you feel that pull ? It would seem the older I get, the stronger the pull becomes. I wonder if this… Continue reading

Man has always sought a faster, more efficient way to get a job done. We have invented all matter of machinery to save us from our labors. Ways to plow it, build it, make it or grow it. Ways to… Continue reading

There are times when I feel I have no identity. The roots of my raising have been severed and the ground that fostered them gone. The only connection that remains are memories, and flawed ones at that. The fog of… Continue reading

There are days when I feel like the proverbial voice in the wilderness,crying out for justice. I’m sure you feel the same way. The actions of others often puzzle me. Why they act or react the way they do. I… Continue reading

There was a time in this country when were we Americans. we were not african-americans,italian-americans, hispanic americans or any other Americanizations. We were Americans. Yes we fought with one another, we disagreed with one another, and some were treated better… Continue reading