The Way My Mother Tells The Story
… we didn’t catch that fish. The guy in the background did. Still, Dad did teach me how to fish. He was the best.
… we didn’t catch that fish. The guy in the background did. Still, Dad did teach me how to fish. He was the best.
My sister was terrified of a giant clown that loomed over us every time we drove past a certain car dealership on Sunrise Boulevard. “Six Flags cannot take the fright out of Fright Fest, just as baseball teams cannot remove their bats and balls without fundamentally changing the game,” the opinion reads. Read more at: […]
My two favorite vets (Dad and his brother Reed) during rest and relaxation in Fort Bragg. Rest in peace, brothers.
I love writing about my great uncle (Mom’s mother’s side of the family). That’s him on the far left at the Parkersburg, WV steel mill at the turn of the century. LP Somerville Here’s a link to my post comparing my memories of LP to jury selection in the trial of Sid Hatfield. LP Somerville […]
I’m reading Citizen Cash by Michael Stewart Foley. The book tells the story of Johnny Cash’s misunderstood politics of empathy. In today’s divisive politics, Republicans and Democrats both claim him as their own. Conservatives view him as a traditional patriot and Liberals view him as a champion of the downtrodden. But the author suggests the […]
[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer. It was not his most famous line from Henry VI, Part 2, but at least it’s a positive contribution to the plot. In the end, we want people to like and respect us. Reputation is an important – but not the only – thing. These are […]
This Keats quote made me think of something I posted a year ago. Lawyers’ war stories typically revolve around raucous and sometimes hilarious exaggerations (or not) of tumult and upset: epic fits and crying jags … confusion or hysterical screaming, crying, or babbling … horrifying threats and recriminations. All the better when those are punctuated […]
I originally posted this on Feb. 18, 2018, titled “The Post Horn”. For here were God knew how many citizens, deliberately choosing not to communicate by US Mail. It was not an act of treason, nor possibly even of defiance. But it was a calculated withdrawal, from the life of the Republic, from its machinery. […]
And the local vet and I were limited to x-rays and bloodwork which only ruled out the basics. The medicines we chose in the absence of other evidence left the dog lame and unable to get up and about. Specialty services were not available for weeks and required a three-hour drive (each way). We got […]