I graduated kindergarten in the dawn of the Sixties. The school was Davis Kindergarten and Nursery. My mother was a teacher there and the school had two Volkswagen buses with Panda faces painted on the front. They were Panda I and Panda II. My father painted the faces on them and also built the scenery for our graduation program, which… Read moreJack And Jill | Uncle Clifton
The old cowboy limped from the outhouse behind the saloon. His left leg ached deeply, just like it had for the past twenty-five years after the wild Mustang he was trying to break had kicked him and broken it. If the ranch owner hadn’t paid fifty dollars for the colt, he’d have put a bullet between the thing’s eyes, broke… Read moreAgain,Someday
From where he lay, the lion saw them coming. They had scaled the brick wall surrounding the cemetery and moving toward him wearing black clothes, gloves and masks. Each of them was carrying a bag. He watched them carefully as they crept past the grave markers of the three thousand unknown souls he watched over that night, just as he… Read moreThe Lion Cried
The man sat at the kitchen table by the back window, drinking coffee and looking out at the back yard. It was the last day of February in a leap year. The man was alone. After working a twelve-hour shift, he had risen early that morning while it was still dark. It was a Sunday morning and he was off… Read moreSolitude | Alone, Not Lonely
It is the dead of winter, cold, raining and we are all stuck inside. This is the type of weather that used to drive me into the depths of seasonal affective disorder, longing for spring, warm weather, sunshine and summer. Over the years I have learned to enjoy all four of the seasons, even though spring and fall usually last… Read moreComfort Food | The Dead Of Winter
I go to bed early and I rise early. Maybe it is my age, maybe it is a Southern thing. I am generally in bed by eight and awake at four and although I am in bed at those times it does not mean that I am asleep. I love to listen to the sounds outside my window, especially in… Read moreThe Sounds Outside My Window
I was asked recently if I thought that I lived in the past. My first reaction was no. I had never been asked that question before and over the next few days I began to think about it. I can certainly understand how one might think that is indeed the case. My memories of the place and time in which… Read moreLiving In The Past | The Present And The Future
Today marks a new year, a new decade and a new beginning. That’s the way the New Year usually starts out. We all make grand resolutions, we’re determined to keep them and this year we mean it! But as we all know, by February most of those resolutions have gone the way of the dodo. So, I have decided not… Read moreA New Decade | A New Beginning
I am in the beginning stages of a painting for a dear friend. It is a copy of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night Over The Rhone.” The picture was painted during Vincent’s time at Arles, in the south of France. While not as well known as his similar painting, “The Starry Night,” it is nonetheless one of his masterpieces. I am… Read moreCopying Vincent
As a kid, one of the thrills of Christmastime was the lights. I always wanted my parents to put lights on our house. They never did but like a lot of the houses in Gresham Park, our house had a big picture window in the front and that was where the Christmas tree sat. We also had the plastic candle… Read moreChristmas Lights | Rudolph
