Thinking about Pop this Father’s Day…his love of aviation…and one memorable Saturday morning flight. He had gone in with two other guys at work and
Any of my friends who had Mr. Barnes at Boca High will remember him: gruff, tough, but fair and deep down, a nice guy. But
I sometimes think in terms of the observable, the familiar, what I can see and experience…the coming dusk, the first few stars, the reddish western
Today, Kristen…my oldest…celebrates her 29th birthday. Can’t believe almost three decades have flown by since they placed her in my arms. She was remarkably calm.