Monthly Archives: February 2018

I have read more than a hundred books this last year. Nearly all of them came from the mystery section of the library. But most of them are not mysteries. They are crime stories replete with shootings and police officers, … Continue reading →

There is a plastic holder on my desk that contains a series of snaphots: one of my son-in-law Dave, now dead, smiling, and one of Art Morris, also dead, sitting under the sign that directs travelers to the Yellow Creek … Continue reading →

I find myself taking small steps. These are the steps of old men, and I am conscious of those steps. An old guy shuffling along. When I am on my bicycle, I pedal just like anyone else. But when I … Continue reading →

I want to take another glider flight. Geoffrey and Jill and their children gave me a glider flight as a Christmas present several years ago. I soared into the sky above Williams and circled down, using the controls. The pilot, … Continue reading →

I was born in 1935. My brother Paul was born in 1938. We are part of the Silent Generation, the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the last generation climbing out of the Great Depression. … Continue reading →

I have had twenty-three automobiles and trucks, beginning with a one hundred dollar ’39 Ford sedan with a ’53 Mercury engine in it. When I got my draft notice I sold it for a hundred dollars to a kid who … Continue reading →

I taught Advanced Placement English for one year. I had been successfully teaching English for more than twenty years when I was offered the opportunity to teach AP Lit. I was successful at it. They had to take a test … Continue reading →

Somewhere in the neighborhood there is an owl. I hear it when I wake in the night. Its soft hooting announces that it is awake and waiting somewhere within earshot. When I was still in university I worked during the … Continue reading →

This weekend I have a dog. Spencer, a four-month-old labradoodle has been left with us while the owners and their daughter go off on a weekend trip. Spencer is curly haired, a soft beige in color, incredibly friendly, and I … Continue reading →

For years I spent my days divided into fifty-minute blocks. A bell rang and I was there with thirty teenagers and fifty minutes later they rushed out. There was a ten minute break and then another fifty minutes. The clock … Continue reading →