"You must be used to not driving by now", she said. I stood there, looking at her, feeling like someone had just punched me in the gut. She had said it so matter-of-factly. No big deal. She was just making conversation. I think she really thought that. My reaction was a whole other matter. I … Continue reading Regret and His Brothers
Category: On A Personal Note
Beany and Me: Memoirs of an Army Brat
If you happened upon him in your daily travels, you would not be impressed. You would likely pass him by with only a casual glance. His faded red shirt and blue overalls are threadbare. His shoes are worn and covered with the grime of years gone by. His bright blue eyes light up his face … Continue reading Beany and Me: Memoirs of an Army Brat
