Where there is fear there is hope, where there is darkness there is light, where there is suffering there is … Continue reading America is Great.
Some of us know too well the test of adversity and hardship and live in fear every day but … Continue reading I’m an American
Continue reading Love is not so much overrated as it is misunderstood. It is perhaps the most complex emotion in the human experience. My father loved me. I know he did. Not because he ever told me so but because he never uttered the words. He kept it inside to show me how men survive. He, like most men of his generation was honed to be stoic. He was not unfeeling or emotionally challenged. Growing up in the 1930s, a man becomes a man by burying all of the compassion that would make him vulnerable. I doubt that his father ever said aloud that he loved him. I can only recall two times he ever embraced me. The first was when I told him that his son was going to die, not in the physical sence but that he would never see him in the same way again. The last time he hugged me was when he was dying. When I said goodby to my wife and children on a colorless January morning in 1994, I never shed a tear. I simply drove away. If I felt anything at all it was exhileration and a fear of the unknown. It would be years later that I would break apart releasing all of that emotional energy that had been locked away and understand completely that sometimes -as Eric Segal had observed in his debut novel, love sometimes means having to say goodby.
White males keep their prejudices well hidden sometimes even to themselves. Continue reading Neo-Nazism and Clash of American Values
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and an errant curl like a tassel fallen to one side Continue reading Rambling Thoughts
Fishing for an 8 Footer… I am staying at moms house in Florida while she’s away. Took my shower early … Continue reading Fishing for an 8 Footer!
“Go ahead and ask me?” Continue reading The Stupid Question
The day she came back i was in the town square at market buying several grouse and some venison, red potatoes and wild beets for a stew. Her favorite meal. Continue reading Ferderica
In your 36th year you will learn what its like to die and watch all that you built and your father built be dismantled. Continue reading Synopsis of a story
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If I could walk away from me Continue reading Nostalgia