applied history

The bus trip from ninth grade to senior high was more than just distance. Read the rest of this entry »


super-fun super-fund

When I was young we lived near a stream called Fields Brook and the Ashtabula river it fed. Read the rest of this entry »


celebrating

Been through more than a few new year celebrations. Read the rest of this entry »


questions

Cancer when you are trying to be rid of it haunts you. Read the rest of this entry »


christmas shopping

“Can you keep a secret?” Read the rest of this entry »


cowgirl boots

Money was tight, and they were costly even then. Read the rest of this entry »


boots

I have these Olathe boots. Read the rest of this entry »


dumpster diving and lighter than air

Paper bags loaded, we step into the early winter morning. Read the rest of this entry »


conspiracy – history – book review

First grade in 1963 was butchwax, flattop haircuts and big thick plastic glasses. The boys are attired in white shirts and dark pants while the girls sport skirts and plaid jumpers and saddle shoes. This wasn’t a private school with uniforms, this was public school. Read the rest of this entry »