A Sonnet: 1939, A Long Time Ago
Was in thirty-nine I was born, One Sunday night in Old July. I Think I’ll die one winter morn. It’s...
Was in thirty-nine I was born, One Sunday night in Old July. I Think I’ll die one winter morn. It’s...
A Short Winter Spring. It passed you by; you did not learn, Because it seemed to last so long. For...
Eighty and Counting: Today, July 2, 2019, I made it to eighty years. I have no idea how I got...
Recently, there seems to be a lot of talk about Concentration camps. I have a feeling that the term is...
I am publishing this letter not to fill you with emotion because it is a love letter my father wrote...
What I am showing you could well be of no interest to you. It is only a Christmas card. What...
One of my favorite things to pick on is that thing called “quality time.” Why? Let me tell you. This...
The Death of a Man-Eating Monster occurred 30 years ago when my wife and I took two of our grandsons...