Somewhere along the way, certainly in the last century, someone decided to add a sub-genre of music to the “Christmas/Holiday” category. It might be called “romance” or “love songs” or something like that. I won’t try to prove it statistically, but my hunch is that most new Christmas (or Holiday)…
Last week, I took a glance ahead at the calendar. December 2 stood out prominently. My father was born on that date in 1934. He would be 86 years old, had he survived to see the day arrive. It’s been sixteen months since we buried him in a plot in…
Aren’t you thankful you’re not a turkey living (for the moment!) on a turkey farm? Fortunately for them, I suppose, they’re clueless of their fate. Ever played the imagination game “What If…?” Ask yourself a series of questions and imagine the answers. Questions like: • “What if I were born…
My first bike appeared under (or near, I should say) the Christmas tree in 1965. A Western Flyer Sonic Flyer, it was a nice, shiny red traditional kind of bike—you know, typical design with a typical saddle kids in the mid-60s loved. I was thrilled with it and proud to…
