
A Spectator of One
My two oldest sons got the Ice hockey bug when they were teenagers, after watching the movie “The Mighty Ducks”. For over a quarter century they have played in numerous states throughout the US and have even traveled to Europe. One son…

Our Mothers Were Our Best Friends
Brett was a member of my dad’s scout troop for several years. He was born with his right arm shriveled with just a few fingers, and his right leg was shorter than his left. He loved to run, but it was mostly a hop and a drag, and his mother…

The Other Woman
Aka. The 72 Toyota Land Cruiser
Shortly after WWII my father purchased a surplus Army Jeep. He then built a plywood box over the passenger and driver section and painted it green. After that, he put silver colored asphalt paint on the top…

Woodworking
My grandfather was a carpenter/farmer. He had run his thumbs through the jointer so many times that his thumbnails were the shape of sharpened pencils.
My love for woodworking began early in my life. Woodshop was a favorite class…

To Split With Reckless Abandon
Sometime after my father returned from WWII with his two purple hearts, he was helping his father to split eucalyptus for firewood.
A couple of things to understand about eucalyptus wood:
The hydraulic log splitter had yet to be…

Driving Grandmothers
My paternal grandmother became blind before I was born. She had gone through all the emotional stages when one has a disability thrown at them. So, my first childhood memories are filled with a productive, coping, loving blind grandmother. …
