Went to the first practice of this years Little League season. Aw, to hear the crack of the bat and the sound of the ball hitting leather. Spirits are high and so are expectations. The coaches are in place and… Continue reading

I’ve written about this before, but continue to think about it. The wearing of jeans by the presidential candidates and indeed by the president. When I was young we called them Blue jeans. At some point they were dungarees. But always worn… Continue reading

Just a little embarrassing story from my past. This would have been about 1963 of 4. At the end of the dirt road where I lived there was a rental house. At this time a family named Hulse lived there. There was a… Continue reading

I recently became a member of the Greensboro historical society. In some circles known as the ” hysterical ” society. I believe I am the youngest member at the age of 58. We have a few projects in the works… Continue reading

The other day I was listening to some oldies,as I’m prone to do, and Bob Dylan was singing the Times they are a changin’. I couldn’t help but think how relevant that tune is even today. The times certainly are… Continue reading

I was talking with an old childhood friend the other day. He was relating a tale about my father to me. They had an occasion when they were both hospitalized. While there, they had long conversations to pass the time… Continue reading

Today are tryouts for little league. My Grandson will be on the field. This will be the first year where he is not guaranteed a spot. Growing up. He has reached that level. All his coaches from years past are not… Continue reading

I’ve been writing this blog for awhile now. It has become some what of a habit. My day doesn’t seem right until I’ve posted something. Sometimes it is easy and others it is a strain. Yet I somehow feel almost compelled to… Continue reading

I wonder why, after you reach a certain age, the best things are the ones that are just the way you remembered. I like my radio to sound the way it did twenty years ago. All this modern high definition… Continue reading

In the summer of 1968 my brother was off the coast of Vietnam. He was a radio operator on board USS Arlington AGMR-2. A ship I’ll always remember. I missed my brother and was quite proud that he was in the Navy. He… Continue reading