We are going to Sammys beach ! I remember hearing those words as a child and it was always like hearing,you won the lottery. I loved going to the beach. Sammys Beach is in Gardniers bay off the eastern end… Continue reading

My wife had Oprah on yesterday and she was talking about John of God. If you haven’t heard of him,I hadn’t,he is a doctor in Brazil that does amazing surgical procedures. He uses no anateshia and doesn’t sterilize his equipment. His… Continue reading

If I were on TV I’d probably be in my seventies. At least I think that is the way it would show up. Television lighting and the makeup must do strange things to peoples apparent ages. Ever notice that yourself ? Of course,… Continue reading

The annual Fireman’s carnival has begun here in Greensboro. Like all small time traveling carnivals it has an array of rides designed for the smaller children and ones for the larger kids. Plenty of food and drink are available for… Continue reading

I can talk about this because I’m one. A baby boomer. Not my fault just a victim of the times. I can’t speak for others but I’m tired of hearing about it. The economists talk about the baby boomers,the doctors… Continue reading

The other day I wrote about projects. My wife and I had made a lifeguard stand for the kids. I mentioned how I loved doing projects. I come about this love honestly. Growing up, my father was always doing projects,except… Continue reading

With age comes wisdom. Heard that somewhere, but doubt the validity of the statement. With age comes finally telling the truth ! When we get old enough,and that varies by person, we begin to tell the truth. The truth to… Continue reading

I’ve always enjoyed doing little projects. Sometimes,not so little either. I have a tendency to get carried away on occasion. Well in the last few days,while the kids were away at camp, my wife and I did a little project.… Continue reading

My Mom is a good baker. I remember well her making pies and cakes and cookies. Whenever she baked, us kids were in the kitchen, “helping.” The woman has the patience of a saint. We would help peel apples and… Continue reading

Being from a small town and perhaps a little naive life outside of East Hampton was different. I like to say East Hampton was a lot like growing up in the mythical Mayberry. We were a close knit bunch and… Continue reading