Words from the Grave

“Love Lives On”. That is the marker on my Grandfather’s grave. If he were alive, my Daddy John would have been 100 years old – today.  On the last day of his life as he lay unconscious in the hospital bed, I scolded him. Yes, I did.  It wasn’t harsh, but in exasperation I told that man, the most precious person that I…

Thank God You are Not Me

There are people who make a living  shocking our sensibilities through thoughtless commentary. That is not my intention. I don’t want to upset anyone…I just want to tell you something that I have realized recently…but I have to go back to about 1975. When I was a kid I watched FAR TOO MUCH television…especially considering…