I have race car driver blood running through my veins. My dad used to race stock cars before I was born, winning many a trophy, now long lost. He passed his love of speed on to most of his 11 children.Read More Heh, me.
There’s an old song from the 50’s that is based off the book of Ruth, called “Whither Thou Goest.” I came across the song while co-piloting, as we drove to Georgia and Florida during Christmas and New Year’s break, to see “my people.” If you ever want to come across some interesting music selections, just drive a thousand miles through the mid-section of the country without satellite radio.Read More Wither Thou Ghost
Both yesterday and again this morning, we celebrated Christmas with family. We feasted, laughed, watched football, listened to Christmas music and enjoyed each other’s company.Read More Stable Condition
Today I decorated our Christmas tree. The guys wanted to take naps instead, and I decorated the tree alone, left with poignant memories of when our children were young. The cat kept me company for a while, but even she lost interest, despite the shiny, dangly ornaments hung low for the taking. She will make me pay later, I’m sure.Read More Ghosts of Christmas Past
It’s my family and I love them. Another Thanksgiving has passed and happily into the Christmas season we go. We ate, we watched football, we reminisced.Read More It’s big, it’s obnoxious, it’s loud, and it’s mine.