For most of us, one moment hardly defines our lives. So many wait, pray, work, and scheme to get their 15 minutes in the sun, only to have them, watch them pass, and then sink into bitterness, disappointment, and regret.
Category: (Gene)ric Ramblings
Teeter-Totters, merry go rounds, and monkey bars prepared my generation for life
Hurrah for the brave men and women of The Greatest Generation! Their wild celebrations after they had won world peace seeded the Baby Boomer Generation (those born in the years 1946-1964), of which I caught the shirttail.
(Not so) Gentle on my Mind
American singer/songwriter, the legendary Glen Campbell reminds us to remember those who suffer with Dementia and Alzheimer’s disease.
Less Baggage, New Luggage: A New Year’s Resolution for 2019
IN 2018, Donya and I bought new luggage. We did so because we had big plans to see places we had never seen. First, Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine…and then Rome! Looking back on the year that has been and looking ahead at the year to come, the places we saw and experienced and the things…
Dreamers Take it to the Limit (one more time)
“You know, I’ve always been a dreamer…” These lyrics have forever resonated with my soul. I have dreamed more than I have done and I have done more than I dared dream…and still, I dream of more. While others my age and in my station in life are setting the cruise control and coasting into…
The Darndest Things – or – the wisdom of the child
“Kids say the darndest things.” You know it. I know it. We love it. Back when he was one of America’s most beloved and cherished comics, Bill Cosby demonstrated this fact in a TV series by that name (it ran 1998 – 2000). Art Linkletter ran the original “Kids Say the Darndest Things” as a…
Where does the time go? ~Putting the Past and the Future into Perspective
“Where does the time go?” An old friend and I were reminiscing not long ago, talking about old times the places we had been and the things we had done together in days long gone. His was a rhetorical question – one that I have asked and heard others ask innumerable times. It is a…
Dear Mom, Thanks for the benefit of the doubt
I woke up this morning thinking about my mother…Mom, I call her. I think it was the residual thoughts of a dream I dreamt, but it slipped into the recesses of subconscious and disappeared in the fog of fading memory. I can no longer confirm that I dreamed of her or dreamed at all. At…
A Father’s Day Remembrance: Little Granddad – the dad who almost wasn’t
I have honored the dads in my life just about every year around Father’s Day. My own father, William David Strother, died at age 51, when I was 30 and left a million memories of my childhood and a million more what-ifs behind. My wife’s father, Thomas Henry Weir, now 80 and still spry, still…
On the loss of Snowflakes (my complaint against the Right)
One of the Right’s worst moves in recent memory has been to co-opt a perfectly wonderful word – and beautiful feature of Nature – and wield it as a pejorative term. Look, I don’t care for the over-sensitive, safe-space seeking, racial strife-stirring, victims†of everything they don’t like and everyone they disagree with Millennials with…