What marks a life well lived? Is it measured in the number of years spent alive? Should we be measured by how much money we made or our professional accomplishments? Maybe our lives are measured by the terms of our religions? Did we attend church regularly and pray every night before we went to sleep? Maybe we measure our lives’ success through what our children do. And what if you don’t have any children then; did you live a life not worthwhile? Maybe our lives are measured in terms of the number of people we helped. Perhaps we simply count the number of people who come to say goodbye at our funerals – the more people, the better a person you were. Continue reading →
I have a lot of notes on my iPad for future stories; things that happened or topics I want to document, basically everything I can remember and anything I think my kids might like to enjoy reading after I’m gone. This story is being started the night before a Wailin’ Jennys concert in Grass Valley, California. California has a lot of small towns whose residents support the local arts and artists. Grass Valley does a decent job of attracting a few major names, (oh, and it’s home to Kenny Bania of Seinfeld – we saw him open for Paul Reiser there). We also saw the Jennys two years ago at The Crest in Sacramento and fell in love with their voices.
Music means a lot to me. I’m sure it doesn’t mean as much as it does to people who make their living in the business, but according to Marilu Henner one of our senses are dominant in that it the dominant sense aids our memories. When I read her book, (Total Memory Makeover), there was a test that helped me determine which of my senses was the guiding sense. My son Tim’s was smell and my wife’s was touch. Mine was sound. My taste for music is wide, but not necessarily what you might call eclectic. I like most from Bluegrass, like Alison Krause, to Eminem. I confess that I don’t like most rap, but I do like Eminem.
Being as that I am working my way through the Dave Robicheaux books by James Lee Burke and the fact that I recently visited my son who lives in Louisiana, I thought perhaps it’s time I try to write about the wonderful five years we lived in that state. MORE
That’s right, I said it. At least for me, there was no stress like high school stress. Does anyone really need to write a story to explain that? Umm…not really….but I’m going to anyway. After all, I just celebrated my 53rd ‘free year’ since surviving getting hit by a school bus, so why not.
It’s happened – I’m officially old. Why do I say this, you may ask? Because I’ve turned into one of the people I used to think was old when they said things like, ‘the good old days’ or ‘things were better then’. Well….other than 1968…..maybe they were… Continue reading →
Joe was my stepfather, but he was so much more to me than just a substitute dad for when my biological dad wasn’t around. How does one go about writing a tribute story about someone they loved? I guess it’s by sharing my favorite memories of that person. This one is about my stepfather – Joe. Continue reading →