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A Moment at a Seaside Funeral

On March 9, 2017, I rode with a minister as he drove his SUV onto a public beach near Galveston, Texas. Although it was a weekday at noon on the outskirts of town, the windy beach was not quite deserted; there were a few people in sight. One couple walked looking for seashells, and two […]

Say Goodnight, Katrina

August 29th. Since 2005, the date has meant a lot to me. It’s time for that to stop. It needs to stop now. Today. Enough sighs and rolling eyes. Enough “here he goes again”. Enough “get over it already”. It’s taken me 10 years to figure it out, but I can see now, it’s old […]

Stuart Scott, R.I.P.

Maybe you’re a sports fan, or maybe you’re not. If you have a television and are in the United States, through the early days of 2015 you’ve seen lots of eulogies upon the passing of ESPN broadcaster Stuart Scott. A groundbreaker of sports news and information, a close friend to so many in that business […]

You Can Call Me Grandpa

Feel free to call me “Grandpa”. It took some doing for me to feel I can legitimately be called that, but I’m there. I’m Grandpa now. Like now, when you’re behind me in traffic, and you yell, “Hey, Grandpa, move your ass!” It’s now perfectly legitimate to call me that! Thanks to Mr. Finn Jacob, […]

Remembering Misty

The week of this posting marks four years since I lost a very important friend and member of our family. Misty was approaching her 15th birthday when she became ill. I wrote the following in the days preceding her death and added a postscript after she was gone. It’s been an interesting four years since […]

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