These days, I tend not to fret about my yard.
Our landscaping…well, that’s another matter.
Continue readingThese days, I tend not to fret about my yard.
Our landscaping…well, that’s another matter.
Continue readingAbbott and Costello we are not, this ol’ Gramps and Grandma. But that didn’t seem to matter much to the grandsons with whom we recently shared the comedy team’s famous “Who’s On First?” routine.
Continue readingMy toolbox is actually a tackle box.
Which is to say, I keep a collection of allen wrenches and screwdrivers in compartments meant for fishing hooks, lures and swivels.
Continue readingThe light plays beautifully at Bluffview Park.
Continue readingIt’s been a while since we last had the chance to hear our eldest son preach, and to preside at Mass.
Continue reading‘Hey, Dad…I think maybe I owe you an apology.’
Continue readingI had a moment yesterday, but it’s rather difficult to explain.
Continue readingI’m better these days about inviting the Holy Spirit in…but there was a time in my life when the Advocate’s gentle, liberating presence typically came as a bit of a surprise.
The Baseball HOF didn’t trust me with a bat in my hands, I noticed.
We are an impatient lot. But even in our restlessness and petulance, we are not forgotten.
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