Just an old guy, dead broke- but Rich in both the loves in his life - and the memories he has built. He believes in Love, and thinks forgiveness may just be the active form of the verb: to love. I know, because I am him.
Is more , better? Does pretty, have to be prettier?
Media seep, creeped into my life, in spite of no TV, nor Newspapers...and I ran.
My childhood Easters...and the memories they bring.
A conversation with a guy who's friend lived on borrowed time...and knew it.
A letter I wrote to my daughter, on her wedding day.
Don't think you gossip? Read on...a brief encounter in the gym.
What if Aliens hitchiked?
Who knew people made balloons as big as a house?
What is love, life, math, or beauty-reality?
What it is like travelling around the Baltic, and some of the folks you meet!
My feeling when I first went to the Hermitage ...
Sometimes short paragraphs, give you an idea for a book, essay, or novel.
Young love, music, the Old West, Time travel..stories in a paragraph
I had a vivid dream/vision...and it changed my life, and for a while, my behavior.
You couldn't write a story that put a country girl and a city kid together for almost four decades, but maybe you could put it in a song.
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