No one drinks alcohol because they are thirsty, not even an Irish priest…
In high school there was a secret place near a river out in the woods where some of the bravest souls would gather on the weekend to...
Falcon Flex(ing)
I recently found the perfect metaphor for myself. Our glorious daughter Sasha, who lives and works on the east coast, likes to travel up...
“A Little Nostalgia for the Old Folks”
That’s an irreverent intro to a Frank Zappa song from the late 60’s. Zappa’s sly way of poking fun at his own generation – done sparingly...
Pigeonholed!
Everyone wants to put me in a box. At 74 I will be in one permanently more sooner than later, however this is not good enough for the...
The Story Behind the Story (Part 13)
In my early years as a photographer, it was disconcerting to me that I could not both participate and observe life as it unfolded in...
Can You Hear Me Now?
Once I got comfortable living in the desert in the mid 70’s, I decided it was time to enroll in some adult education classes at our local...
There Was a Day...
As I sit here moaning and groaning and staring at the neoprene sleeves on my knees and my elbows and my wrists, my mind flies back to a...
Paybacks are a Bitch! (Part 2)
Before there was an internet, before there was a smart phone, there was still eBay. The year was 2000, and I was busy selling my photo...
My Best Friend Came Home
I’ve spoken of this before; I can’t overemphasize the importance of it. For those of us who believe in God, He has two fundamental ways...
Not a Wise Crack
The bag boy had accidentally dropped a gallon of water on the floor and it exploded like a miniature H-bomb early this afternoon. The...
Recycling Saved My Life (sort of…)
Long before it became fashionable to separate garbage from glassware, and hamburgers from hand grenades -- I was recycling (in a...
As Good As It Gets
Furiously focused for the count. (You could fry eggs on that kind of heat.) Ready, Set, Go! Born again on the relative wind. Frantically...
Charles and Mary
As a child I had no control over any aspect of my life. My parents made every decision for me, which I imagine was not too unusual for...
Kis-Lyn
Where/When I grew up in northeastern Pennsylvania in the 50’s, parents only needed to whisper a single word to keep unruly children in...
Sleeping on the Job
One of my earliest memories after we moved to Pennsylvania in 1954 was looking out the kitchen window and watching Donna Rovinsky, the...
Washing Sheets
You know that sound. The one your washing machine makes when you’ve got sheets inside and they wrap themselves around the spindle –...
Who’s On First?
Back in 1970 during my third year of college at Syracuse University -- I was carrying the twin majors of photojournalism and philosophy....
Fortune Smiles on Those Least Prepared to Accept the Challenge
It was sometime in the early 80s when I began to dabble in computer technology, specifically in designing software. Before user groups,...
Do As I Say, Not As I Do…
Hypocrisy is the most despicable of all human traits because it attempts to justify immoral acts by pretending to be moral. I was only 14...
At a Loss for Words
I have never been at a loss for words during my life. Whether it be an answer to a question, a snappy comeback, or a quick-witted...