Sorry, I can’t think of a song for this story, it’s too solemn a subject. On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was in Birmingham, AL, for the quarterly meeting of the Environment Sector of the Electric Power Research Institute.  After breakfast at the hotel, a group of us piled into a van to… Read More

That really impressed the neighbors! Read More

James Taylor described himself metaphorically as a handyman.  I’m the real thing. Read More

There's always the Google machine. Read More

While we were practicing parking, the brakes went out on my dad's Buick LeSabre!  Read More

So, over the last 65 years, I have progressed from my room to my recliner and my shop, and I am as happy as a clam. Read More

Hey, there’s gray poop on everything here! Read More

I get to drive and carry stuff. Read More

I grew up with guns.  When we were young, my brothers and I had cap guns, which made a loud noise (the caps had dots filled with gunpowder) when we could convince our parents to buy rolls of caps for us.  In elementary school, just ten to fifteen years after the end of World War… Read More

When I was in first and second grade, I went to Central Elementary, the “school on the hill”, the one which all the kids who would later be in the “in-crowd” attended. Read More