I love to accessorize. I don’t mean that I love purses and shoes….( I’M A DUDE!!!!)…I just love to gear up for whatever might lie in my future path. At this point, I should say that it’s probably not politically … Continue reading
Yearly Archives: 2012
I grew up in a Norwegian household. My father’s mother was born in a sod house in the Dakotas, one of the first generation to be born in the United States. In my father’s home growing up, his parents still … Continue reading
Old cars will leave you hanging. They break down far away from those you love…they squeak and squawk and growl and groan…they act differently than you’d expect…all these things and more can be expected when you drive an old car. … Continue reading
I love books. I should expand on that thought and say that I love actual books. I have an e-reader and I think it’s pretty cool to be able to read a download…but I can’t fool myself into thinking it’s … Continue reading
I have a bad tendency to wax nostalgic over things that I knew in my younger days. I’m really not that old…how did this happen? Cartoons are an especially easy target. The cartoons of the 30’s were drawn more artfully, … Continue reading
My cousin gave a copy of this book to my mother back in the early 1970’s. She read it…and later let me read it. I was pretty young and unformed at the time…and this story of the commune Ideath had … Continue reading
I’ve been writing this blog every morning for less than a month. At this point, it hasn’t been a marathon yet…more like one of the half mile races I used to attack with mediocrity….going into the final curve….sucking wind … Continue reading
Six days a week, I make the same lunch and carry it to work. I know that the chips are in the basket on top of the refrigerator, the juice is in the door of the refrigerator, the cold pack … Continue reading
There is an old story that I love that has been knocking around for years called “Acres of Diamonds”. Here is the story, quoted from the Nightingale-Conant website. I originally heard the story in one of Earl Nightingale’s courses. The … Continue reading
“Once more into the fray… Into the last good fight I’ll ever know. Live and die on this day… Live and die on this day…” It’s early Thanksgiving Day, no one else in the house is up or awake…and I’m … Continue reading