My journal of big words and pretty pictures
One day when I was around 8 years old, and I can see this in my mind’s eye vividly, I was at school waiting in the lunch line behind the older and bigger fifth graders. In my little elementary school mind, I pondered my future. I remember thinking that in the “blink of an eye”…
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It is just a penny – a common, copper one-cent piece that anyone may find on the ground on any day. Except it isn’t common. Half buried in the coarse, variegated sand, face up to show Lincoln’s stoic profile and the mint date, that coin shouldn’t be there. Urban legend holds our dearly departed can…
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Truth and Charity Dim lights in grievous darkness Walking onward still
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What kind of future can he have? What kind of future does he want? To go to college, get a good job, find a nice girl, get married, settle down, have a family. Is that the future he wants or the one you want for him? What does that even mean? What’s wrong with wanting…
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In the late 50s, 60s and 70s, we had some really cool stuff. My generation was the first to have boom boxes and Pop Rocks, roller blades, Sony Walkman, Pong and Star Wars. I can remember with great clarity where I was when Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon. We had the original Boy…
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Wending path ahead What mysteries lie in wait Around the corner
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