The United States does not have a current tradition of an annual military parade on a national scale.
I am absent-minded when I park my ride. If I am heading to the airport, hospital, shopping mall, or a work location to give a presentation I usually space out where I left my wheels. It is actually a little embarrassing. I have had enough of walking through parking lots or garages with my hand … Continue reading Parking Garage Photo Collection
I recently completed a creative writing course through the Gotham Writers Workshop. The following short post is the updated draft of the third week's assignment for Individuality. It is a rant piece on something I hate. Sand I hate sand. I have always hated sand. When I was a child, my mother would take my … Continue reading Gotham Writers Workshop Assignment
The text of the email read as follows: "Don't ask how I got to your page but I may have what you are looking for..." Sometimes the universe surprises me. Something incredible happens, and I have no explanation for it. My father would call that a miracle. I will call it serendipity. We all have … Continue reading Serendipity, Thy Name is Goat
Jeanne and I found it about a year ago in an antique store on Maybank Highway in Charleston, South Carolina. A Vietnam era POW/MIA bracelet with the name LCDR James Beene and a date, 10-5-1966. It was in a case with old military buttons, medals, and coins. I had worn one of these as a … Continue reading Returning a Bracelet to the Wall
It was my youngest sister's idea. In recognition of our parents' 60 years of marriage, we would return to where it all started. Brooklyn! The plan was pretty simple, Mom and Dad would come down from their home in Massachusetts with my sister and meet up with the rest of their children in Brooklyn. I … Continue reading Brooklyn Tour
If you know anything about me, you will know I like to research and discover things about my ancestors. I do because, until a few years ago, I did not know all that much about them. Either side of the family was pretty much a mystery except for the O'Connells. For me, the O'Connells were … Continue reading Addressing My Past
My parents, Regina and Jerry Baumann were married on June 3, 1957. Today is their 60th wedding anniversary.
May in the low country of South Carolina is subject to rapid changes in weather. On this particular Saturday, I was attending the morning Commencement Ceremonies at the College of Charleston. With scattered heavy showers in the morning, the event was moved inside to protect student, faculty, family, and friends from the potential of severe … Continue reading A man with an umbrella is king in a downpour
She is fearless. For Christmas this past year She arranged for us to get a glass working lesson for two at the Drayton Glassworks in Savannah. We synched up our schedules and made arrangements for a Saturday afternoon in March to spend a couple of hours learning about the art/trade of glass. Ronald was our … Continue reading Fearless