Simple Thoughts From A Complicated Mind, Sort Of . . .

I grew up in the country and a river ran right next to my backyard.   My brothers built a raft using four empty oil drums and some old w...

Remember way back when, once upon a time . . .   As kids we’d dive into a box of Cracker Jacks to get The Prize?   It wasn’t much, b...

Many years ago, I went out to dinner with my brother and his family.   His youngest, now married, was in a high chair.   She said her fo...

Several weeks ago, my youngest had to write a descriptive essay for her English class.   She wrote about the nightly campfire at her favo...