I’m not feeling that great about being an American this Fourth.
I haven’t felt great about it for a long time.
You know I love this country—and if the Canadians ever decide to invade Montana I’ll be the first one to bear arms.
It is a beautiful country. Many people have found opportunity here and built fortunes. […]
My wife sent this to me while we were still in the process of dating. It is truly special to me.
It speaks of the importance of remembering who we really are when we face adversity.
It is easy for us to forget who we are sometimes. If only we could all live in families or communities […]
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My prowess in the area of athletics can be completely and succinctly described with one story. Flash back to […]
I’ve yet to write anything here concerning the thing that consumes most of my time, IT. I can’t think of much that is more dry or uninteresting to talk about than IT, so I don’t.
I love the challenge of it, all the little puzzles and the problem solving; it engages a huge part of my mind. […]
mornings come and go
some seem better than others
one must move forward
vexing me harshly
must I yield to it’s urging?
giving up the night
my youth found the light
welcoming it—arms open
saved from the unknown
a life poorly spent
now the light brings back those things
disappointing me
I surely must rise
again conquering darkness
a new day to change
its not just me now
linked and sworn […]
I grew up in a small rural area of Connecticut far from the New York suburban bedroom towns of Fairfield County. For the most part it was the sticks.My childhood summers were spent outside; and my constant companions were three sisters who lived down the block.One hot summer afternoon we decided to head over to […]
who is this big man?
know he much the pains of life?
—or is he acting?
you were so betrayed
does he know how your heart ached?
does he know you cried?
vacant reactions
unfeeling and uncaring
the reptile mind
your song goes unheard
by the most outstanding one
gazing in the pond
days and nights fly by
as if a runaway train—
they escape my grasp
Many years ago, before my parents divorced, we used to make frequent car trips to Detroit from our home in Connecticut. The nature of these trips was to take my brother Joey, who had Down’s Syndrome (Trisomy 21), to see one Henry Turkel, M.D. who was treating Down’s children with a regimen of massive nutritional […]
