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Football is over. Baseball hasn’t started. Basketball is in full swish and pucks slide effortlessly across frozen water and spilled blood. It’s a transition time of the year when sports fans flip through the TV channels searching: searching for something. More is needed than sitcom reruns and dreary news headlines. Continue Reading →
Aging is not a pretty thing. At 92, my mother isn’t what she used to be. Once the executive secretary for a major life insurance company’s investment division, she now has great difficulty writing checks, balancing her check book or following a recipe. (more…) Continue Reading →
Many dedicated hands and hearts working together: that’s what makes a quilt.
There are solo quilts that are masterpieces of patience, fabulous fabrics, profound concentration and talent. They are woven, ironed, sewed, appliqued and painstakingly pieced together, forming storyboards of singular artistic beauty. (more…) Continue Reading →
Being the most you can be isn’t easy. Our best can get lost in the shuffle of aging. Mr. Deluxe is getting old. Some print sources errantly show that he is 51 years old. Others give his birth date as 1970 and as late as 1978. Continue Reading →
I find some discomfort thinking that we understand the words: “You can’t be too careful.” Other protective phrases like “It’s a scam,” “You’ll get screwed,” “A friend of mine was robbed” and “Watch your behind” diminish the values of faith and trust between people. Paranoia, fear and reluctance seem to take over. It doesn’t have to be that way. Stars shine from around the world when we look. (more…) Continue Reading →
Kent Harris took Walt Disney’s words to heart: “If you can dream it, you can do it.”
Gear Head Land was not in the headlights for Harris in his youth. And the retired banker admits that he was never really much of a motorcycle or car guy. He had, and does own, some nice wheels, but he had never gone in for the nitty-gritty part—the dirty, oily hands, scratched-up knuckles and sleepless nights thinking about projects. (more…) Continue Reading →
The heart is a fickle pump. It drives you to physical extremes when engaged in difficult tasks. Then, with time, it calms you with soothing fond dreamy memories of bleeding fingers, aching bones and questions of self-doubt earned accomplishing those tasks. The nagging passion the heart demands keeps you on your toes. The Little Green Porsche Machine (TLGPM) was the vehicle of passion that transported my wife, Lin, and me to Montana in the spring of 1979. Continue Reading →
