Family, home grown stories

Obla Dee, Obla Da

They come back every year at this time. The Ooo-bid-dee birds. Actually, they are Orioles. Bright orange breasts and black beaks, the Orioles came to nest near my old house in the City every year. His mate, not as flamboyant or flashy, would sit next to him on the cable wire near my yard. ¬†With… Continue reading Obla Dee, Obla Da


The Little Church By Another Lake

I love to get in the car and drive. I could go for miles, sit for days behind the wheel. Taking in the sights and sounds and smells of little towns and hamlets, big city worries in my rear view mirror. It's a form of therapy that only cost me as much as the fuel… Continue reading The Little Church By Another Lake