I love this part of the day, and I love this part of the world. As my nephew starts the process of surrendering to sleep, I am absorbed in this experience, and am taken back decades, to when I used to ride similar machines on a similar plot of land, not more than 5 miles from here.
My Grandfather's Chair
This chair belonged to my grandfather.
Dreams Don’t Die
When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to become a professional baseball player. I wanted to make a living playing a game that I loved. . .
Lawnmowers and Legacies
Just the attempt of an aging man to make some sense of a changing world. (Or something along those lines.)