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Sunday, June 16, 2013

My Father...

Today, of all days, I am grateful to have my father. Not only glad that he is still alive and available to talk to, but thankful for the kind of man he is.

People say I am my father's son. I suppose that most likely means that I have a similar eclectic (and somewhat eccentric) sense of humor, and my voice echoes with his. I suspect that my penchant for groaning puns and the ability to hear cadence in speech and fit random phrases to well-known music may have something to do with it. It probably also means that I unconsciously share a number of his distinct mannerisms, and there is no doubt when we walk into a room together to whom I belong.  The apple, they say, does not fall far from the tree, and while I am not a teacher, the resonance of "son of an English Professor" is profound in my life.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Thank you. I remember.

To the one who left the comfort of home to enter the battlefield, and never returned
To the one who spilled blood on the altar of freedom
To the one who returned home maimed and disfigured
To the one who will never walk again

Thank you. I remember.

Monday, April 15, 2013

A few of my favorite books ... and more.

A while ago, my friend Charlene Newcomb tagged me in a post for favorite historical fiction. Like Char, I have elected to ignore the "historical" part, as that would be very limiting indeed (generally speaking, when I want to read history, I'll read a history book).  This seems like an appropriate way to christen my blog, so here goes:

Sunday, April 7, 2013

This is a test. This is only a test. Had this been an actual blog post, it would have included content. Thank you. You may go about your business. Move along.