Suprise Me

It's a challenging, exhilarating drive that cries out to be done fast in a small nimble open-top rear-wheel-drive sports car, or a good motorcycle. Read More

When we were little, my brother and I loved to play Sorry! by the hour. We’d set up the board on the carpeted floor in our living room in Detroit and hop the pieces around the board, squealing with delight if we could send the other’s pieces back to the start, yelling at each other,… Read More

Memories of three beach trips that I hadn't thought about for years triggered by a Retrospect prompt. Read More

... numbers corresponding to the days of the year were written on slips of paper and placed in plastic capsules, which were put into a deep glass jar (at the time I’d imagined a bingo cage). Read More

My father enlisted in the Army Air Corps on December 7, 1942, four months and thirteen days before his nineteenth birthday. He was a radio operator assigned to the 455th Bomb Group of the Fifteenth Air Force. His plane was a B-24. Read More

One of the birthdays I remember best was not one of mine. Read More

Okay, I admit it. I’ve always been a lousy speller. Though one might not expect this from a straight A student, it is true. I can’t account for it. Perhaps it has to do with lack of ability to visualize abstractions in my head. I don’t know; it just is true. In fifth grade  (the… Read More

I must have been around 7 or 8 when I got my first bike, a Schwinn 3 speed with silver fenders and a head light similar to the Featured photo. My father dutifully ran along side me as I learned to pick up speed while gaining my balance. I had to know how to start… Read More

Amusement Parks have always held a special place in the hearts of children and adults alike. They are a microcosm of joy, excitement, and lots of controlled chaos. For many, the most cherished memories are from those carefree days spent navigating the labyrinth of rides and attractions. For me one of the quintessential amusement park… Read More

I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read music. I must have learned at about the same time I learned to read words, around three years old. It has always been a part of my life. I took piano lessons and then oboe lessons, but the thing I always liked the best was singing.… Read More