In recent days, I’ve noticed a common refrain among friends and acquaintances when I mention that we’re hosting a 97th birthday party for my Mom.
“Wow!!” they say. “Wow!”
Continue readingIn recent days, I’ve noticed a common refrain among friends and acquaintances when I mention that we’re hosting a 97th birthday party for my Mom.
“Wow!!” they say. “Wow!”
Continue readingGrandson #1 disappeared into the thicket of the crabapple tree. And so, yesterday’s gourd harvest had begun.
Continue readingSpent a few hours yesterday helping set up for Sausage Supper.
Continue readingThe Cup is coming home again, at last.
Continue readingI took a trip to Tokyo the other day, and came away unimpressed.
Continue readingIt’s the oddest feeling, celebrating one’s 50th anniversary of high school graduation. There’s a part of my brain that’s still 18 years-old, and it protests vociferously: “No…it can’t be 50! Twenty-five years…or 30, maybe. But half-a-century? That simply cannot be.”
Continue reading“Well, that’s going to leave a mark…” I muttered disgustedly, after yanking my very first shot into the weeds at Golf League the other day.
Continue readingMore than once yesterday, I found my patience being tested out on the course. “Man, these guys are playing SLOW…” I thought to myself. (And maybe I even griped about it out loud.)
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