The Flag of Ukraine I Passed on One of My Walks & Conversations, Emails, & Expletives Прапор України, який я передав під час однієї зі своїх прогулянок, розмов, електронних листів та лайливих слів The cover photo of this posting is one I took on a walk in the neighborhoods in the hills...
Small Treasures – The Orange Fluffy Stuffed Cat A fluffy orange stuffed cat, a source of comfort, though not the toy or comfort of a child, sits on the back of the sofa in my study, the only stuffed animal upon the green and wine-colored plaid sofa. The cat’s color is not overly...
The street in the photo looking up towards the mountains is the present day view of the street that I grew up on. In my early years, until about when I was seven or eight, it was a dirt road. The road at the end of this street is San Fernando Road, the Old 99 Hwy. Railroad tracks are on the other...
Last Visit to Richard & The Story I Was Not Able to Read to Him *** For our 55th Year high school reunion, coming up within a week now, the Reunion Committee solicited written submissions from all our classmates to include in an electronic Commemorative Book of Memory & Testament. To...
Often Nights Turn into "Armageddon Scenes". When Attacks with Missiles and Drones Begin, our Army Shoots them Down. Часто ночі перетворюються на «сцени Армагеддону». Коли починаються атаки ракетами і дронами, наша армія їх збиває. *** Very early on June 8, I sent a lengthy email to...
The Broken Love Stone - If Love is Missing or Fractured, It is then Like a Constellation Without Many of its Stars, and Those Stars Remaining Dimmed and Barely Visible. I have walked by these stones, actually more like ceramic eggs, many times over the years on my long walks, with the stones at...
A Story from a Gentle Man Spanning Many, Many Years He was a gentle man, a kind, soft-spoken, older, thoughtful man, with manners and a quiet grace. He was by himself. I had left the seat beside him at the airport gate about ten minutes earlier to use the restroom before we started...
Echoes of the Death of Jarrett, Our Infant Son I created the piece below for inclusion in an electronic book of Memories/Testimonies for our 55th high school reunion and wrote of how I put it together in the introduction. The photo is of the crib, now in use by our family for 75 years, in which I...