50 years was long enough
When I was 16, I got my first job. I bagged groceries every Thursday and Friday after school and all day on Saturdays. I didn’t mind. I worked with several guys from high school and my new income paid for the 1966 Mustang I loved to drive and be seen in. Great car.
My experience with self-publishing
When I knew I wanted to write a book, my singular goal was to tell a story. I struggled with current events, rehearsed familiar spiritual truths, and tried to cope with what I saw on news programs. I had passion and a story I thought people would love as much as I did.
Why I need a woodshop
I have wanted to build a woodshop in the woods behind our house ever since I believed I’d outgrown my garage. I just haven’t done it before since I thought it would cost more than I wanted to spend. At last, with retirement, the time has come.
He’s a good boy
Astro is our beagle mutt. There is disagreement about how old he is, but let’s go with ten or eleven years old. The fur on top of his head is now white; he struggles to climb stairs because of his achy hip joints. Each morning, he gets doggie treats which contain glucosamine and