Friday, October 9, 2015


Saturday, May 9, 2015


It's been a busy week so when it came time to write my Where We Live, I didn't have much to say, much energy to figure out a topic and I really didn't know what to write about.

But after a little Internet searching, I decided to honor all the mothers out there who will be celebrating Mother's Day on Sunday with a poem I found on the Web. The author is unknown, but it's a fitting tribute to the women who have given their all to teach their children right from wrong, how to love and how to be responsible.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

What do Nostradamus, the planets and May 28, 2015, have in common? They are the latest actors in a little prophetic drama that may cause a great cataclysm in a few short weeks around the Pacific Rim, according to some prognosticators.

Saturday, May 9, 2015


I always knew what I wanted to be in life.

Ever since fourth grade, I knew I wanted to work for a newspaper.

I also always knew what I didn't want to be.

I didn't want to be like my mother.

I'm ashamed of myself when I think of the times I told her, "I never want to be like you."

Saturday, May 9, 2015

I was sitting outside on my porch trying to decompress after a very long and stressful day when I noticed a bird land on one of the telephone wires in front of my house.

It was a very drab brown and black and looked kind of dirty to me.

Its feathers were a little ruffled and I thought to myself, "that is one ugly bird."

As if that bird read my mind, it scooted itself about a foot and a half further across the line and promptly pooped on my car window.

Ugly, telepathic AND mean-spirited.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

I never really gave it too much thought, but when I look back on it now it seems like I do have a sense of good timing.

The popular saying is "right place, right time" for someone who is lucky.

For me, it's more like "wrong place, right time."

The most recent example of this came a few weeks ago during a trip to New York.

Last Saturday, Miriam and I would be having our daughter Sophia's second birthday party and we had some family coming in from the outside the area.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

About 60 years from now, the last of the Panther Valley Deep Coal Miners will speak to people of a different era.

That's because in 1976, the coal miners buried a time capsule inside the monument wall at Lansford Kennedy Park.

I'm not sure what they put inside, but it'll be revealed in 2076.

I won't be around to find out, so I'll never know what kind of messages the miners had for the future.

But it got me thinking about time capsules.

They're a special way for people of one era to speak directly to another.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

While checking out a food order in my local supermarket, the cashier and I made small talk about the exquisitely beautiful day.

I said I was going to put it to good use by taking a nature walk. The cashier said she was looking forward to quitting time when she could visit her "happy place" before she goes home.

She said her happy place is a small neighborhood park where she can enjoy the peace and quiet and recharge her batteries.

Then she asked if I had a favorite "happy place." I told her I have a lot of them.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

I have been after Harry for years to go to an eye doctor. But he seems to have an allergic reaction to the word "doctor." So he continues to buy his glasses at Rite Aid or Walmart.

I admit he appears to have 20/20 vision for distance. We can be driving along and he'll see a speck in a field that might be a deer and he'll say, "There's a tick on that deer."

In other words, he only needs glasses for reading and close-up work. While that may be just fine, I'm so tired of hearing, "Where are my glasses?"

Saturday, May 2, 2015

This has been a fantastic season for superheroes on television and in the movies. The genre has come a long way from the original "Superman" series of the 1950s when the late George Reeves played the Man of Steel on the small screen opposite Noel Neill's Lois Lane.

It was the first live-action superhero show I remember watching on WVIA. Most of the episodes in the early seasons were black and white, but I can still hear the stirring theme in my head and the opening monologue.

Saturday, April 25, 2015


Emotional bubbles from deep within escape my lips in one single word of praise. OOOOOHHHHH.

It's more like a long intake of breath, but in a profound way, it's prayer.

I am a solitary worshipper at the edge of the sea, caught up in one meaningful moment. I realize deep within this is not just a typical beach experience. It's a true worship service.

I didn't expect this Sunday sunrise service when I climbed a sand dune far from home instead of climbing customary church steps.