Time does fly
I started this entry by making a list of some of the significant
events in my personal and family life. As I looked back on the year
I thought that the sum of all those moments was indeed monumental,
yet overshadowed by a profound sadness that is our world gone mad.
I have a daughter graduating from High School soon, and another
from College. What is the world they enter into? Where can they
Can anyone be safe and secure?
Looking back I find some small comfort in the moments spent together,
for they are the moments of significant comfort on a globe that
seems to be spinning out of control.
The other day my wife and I got together with two
other parents from last year's team. It's now time for High School
teams, and our three boys are not split onto three different teams.
After we watch two of them play each other on Saturday night we went
out for a late night snack. I mentioned to the parents that I thought
that the events of the season represented one of the more significant
experiences of my life. The other sets of parents agreed, that spirit
and sportsmanship combined to make a real group of winners out of
what might have seemed a truly rag tag group of boys.
The winning was in playing well.
A Last minute deal (deals being loved greatly by
the writer) on the web prompted a long car trip to Miami where two
of the three kids and I boarded a Carnival ship for a 7 day, 7 night
sail through the western Caribbean. Come to find out later, that the
eldest at college felt left out, because she was not invited. I guess
it's all a part of being there - when the plan comes together.
On a Saturday in October of 1999, I purchased a
bound magazine from the late eighteen hundreds (6 months worth) at
a used book sale. I skimmed through the images and writing for several
days when I came across a portion of a diary that was published there.
The author was un-named as she feared that in the telling of her story,
she might face retribution.
two years of off and on research, I found the author's name, and
then found that original diary existed in a University collection.
I was granted permission to photograph original diary so that all
of it's words would someday see the light of day. During the first
week of May, I headed south, digital camera in hand, and began my
research in earnest.
She writes: It was once a puzzle to me, that busy people ever
kept journals. I understand it now, the relief of the muzzled, the
escape valve for those who can not, or dare not speak out. So I
shall set up a journal, being only a rather lonely young girl, and
finding myself in a very small and hated minority.
No cameras or recording devices in the courtroom
sir. Deserving it's own entry, suffice it to say that I was the expert
witness, and after the second trial, we won an even bigger verdict,
over $1,000,000. The trial was in Federal Court and involved malpractice
of a financial nature. Some might remember that I was supposed to
dye my hair blond in support of the hockey team back in the spring.
The first trial date was set for April, and we all decided a surfer
dude would make a poor looking financial-type expert.
This year was the year of the double begonia,
with an occasional tiger lily thrown in.
Rafting the New River The
opportunity presented itself because GM offered to take my vehicle
off my hands, in spite of all the extra miles I had accumulated.
A road trip, but where to?
For rafting, that's what.
And raft we did - it deserves it's own entry, but there is only
so much time. We have the video.