Two Different Searches

Years ago when my children were ages 12, 9 and 8, we took a family vacation to Disneyland in Orlando, Florida.  Rather than spend all our time there, we took… Read More

The Path of the Tricycle

Several years ago when I was living in Fargo, North Dakota, and frequently walking from home to work, I observed an event that I have never forgotten.  It was a… Read More

Never Underestimate . . .

Back in the late 1960s when I was in graduate school at the University of Nebraska, a fellow graduate student, Bill, and I regularly played tennis at a park full… Read More

Some Things Never Change

Just recently my 47-year-old son bought a motorcycle–a silver-colored 150cc Italika.  He had never owned a motorcycle or driven one, so when we brought it to my place, he wanted… Read More

When the Rabbit Leapt

At the lake, there are dramas every day on and around the bird feeders, especially during the winter months.  In winter, the main bird visitors are chickadees, nuthatches, dark-eyed juncos,… Read More

The Messenger

I awakened this morning, and as is my habit, I first peered out my upstairs window.  Below, at the foot of the carousel bird feeder, there pecked away a pair… Read More


I think I know how avalanches occur.  I have seen a few mini-avalanches outside my window on the tree branches.  Rarely does the snowfall in a straight vertical pattern here… Read More

Be Not Afraid

Back around the year 2000, I was building an addition to my lake cabin which consisted of a double garage and above it a master bedroom and bath.  The addition… Read More

Enthusiasm Unleashed

One winter morning I sat in front of a newly kindled fire in the wood-burning stove.  As I sat gazing at the dancing yellow/orange flames and felt their warmth take… Read More
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