I am leaving the house in a moment to got to the wake of the 95 year old mother of my friend of over 45 years. It is raining– as it has been raining for the past days–or has it … Read the rest
On Route
When you travel rural roads in the early, early morning you forget that there are other travelers.
You feel you have the world to yourself for a few brief moments.
Then, you notice the sky driving by an unfamiliar parking … Read the rest
“Oh, No. I’m Not Going Over THAT.”
There are some bridges I won’t cross. Like a jumper horse that gallops along full speed and then suddenly rears up, “Oh, no, you don’t—I’m not going over THAT!”
But this gentle bridge in my town is not one of … Read the rest