Last year, as the Seattle Seahawks were departing for New York to play in Super Bowl XLVIII, I wrote a post declaring I am a 12th Man, and attempted to explain to those who are not from the Pacific Northwest, or are Seahawk fans, just what that means. Tomorrow is the playoff game between Seattle and […]Read More I’m A 12th Man, And I’m In!
If you lived near fruit groves in California or Florida way back when, you probably remember smudge pots and smudging. I believe the practice fell out of favor in the 1970s, but for any of us who grew up around orchards in the 50s, smudging was a part of our cold weather experience. It was […]Read More Of Orchards, Smudge Pots, And Friends
Oh my stars! It is New Year’s Day, and I realized I did not have any black-eyed peas; and I am not referring to the hip hop group. No, I mean the simple, tried and true legume. I needed to get to the grocery store, pronto, but could not until it warmed up enough for […]Read More I Hope You Ate Your Black-eyed Peas
December days in California’s San Joaquin Valley are cold, overcast, and often foggy. Tule fog, foggy. That is the fog where visibility can go from 600 feet to zero feet with little or no warning; there just is no way of knowing where it is going to be at its worst, and danger is the […]Read More Life In The Time Of Cruising
My dad never spoke of his service to our country. In her gravest tone of voice, my mother taught us at an early age to never, ever ask him about the Navy, or World War II, or Pearl Harbor. And so we did not. The only clue I had growing up was when my dad […]Read More “A Date Which Will Live In Infamy”
My mother and I were sitting together in her room, talking about Christmases past, and I finally confessed to, and explained our longtime family mystery of misplaced toys. And when I say misplaced, I do not mean lost. I mean a toy that started out in one child’s pile of toys under the Christmas tree, […]Read More The Christmas Culprit Came Clean
So there I was today, standing at the nurse’s station, discussing some of my mother’s medications with one of her nurses. We reviewed what she was taking, and then proceeded to confirm her need to use a walker or a wheelchair for certain activities. While her nurse was flipping through the chart, I was studying her. […]Read More Oops, Did I Say That?
Massasoit, Wampanoag Chief Samoset, Squanto, and And Eighty-eight Honored Braves The Pilgrims of Plimoth Plantation request your presence at the First Thanksgiving Celebration Autumn, 1621 Food, beer, games provided The cordial invitation that was never sent. It indeed was a day of celebration for the Pilgrims who had survived the hardest year of their lives. […]Read More As Long As You’re Here, Won’t You Stay For A While?
“Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans-born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage…” and so it was, the cafeteria at my new school […]Read More His Profile Of Courage
Stress always has had a particularly challenging effect on me. I become forgetful. More forgetful than I am normally, and that is fairly dodgy on a good day. And here is the trickiest part of all; as I age, it gets even more complicated. As in, did I forget because I am overly stressed, or […]Read More Forget, Forgot, Forgotten