An Appropriate Embellishment . . .

There was a small stack of mail on my desk when I got back to work, and I finally had a chance to go through it yesterday afternoon.  One of the cards was from a familiar face . . . You might remember Barbara Walborn from three years ago when her husband Tom gave...

Updates . . .

I am back at work today, but I won’t kid you – to paraphrase W.C. Fields, “On the whole, I’d rather be in Florida.”  Since I’m not, on Saturday evening I planned the next best thing – a trip to Arizona to see my parents in about five weeks.  I’ll go hiking...

The Last Hundred Miles . . .

We are home.  You haven’t truly experienced a drive to and from Florida until you’ve made the trip  in a box truck – just ask Ryan.  I have a hydraulic driver’s seat, so I don’t endure the bumps and jolts of the interstate like someone on the passenger...

Making Memories . . .

It is the rarest of occasions when the pace of my life slows down.  I can still remember the first time Ryan realized that I am a different person when I am on vacation and the rush of work and responsibilities of home aren’t pressing on me.  Since I travel...