More Than a Tackle Box

The old man stopped me a third time in that many months at a breakfast where I volunteer to cook and he volunteers to come and eat.  He insisted I stop by his place when I had some time. He had something for me and I would probably like it. He was right.     He actedContinue reading “More Than a Tackle Box”

It Starts Here

Life is a lot like a river, It starts somewhere and begins it’s journey. Such a simple concept and easy to take for granted. “Another grandson, cool”, and so the baby talk gushes from parents, grandparents, great grandparents, and so on.  Sooner than later for some of us the sledge-hammer of what’s at stake inContinue reading “It Starts Here”