About We

A couple of weeks ago we engaged in a bit more in depth discussion about life and his family. He revealed that his brother actually lives in Texas. “Hey I am from Texas.”

From the kitchen island, Momo yelled defiantly and quickly defended her Mom. And quickly you find out who the favorite family sidekick is.

You never want your birthday to be a sad day. My daughter sat next to me on my 43rd and stared at me intensely.

A place emanates a soul and personality. Always. It’s picked up on the first stay. And even subsequent visit. It can be sensed. So, will I recognize you on my return to the United States?

Invariably during the year, often during cold winters, a basic sensation floods my being. It’s the desire, maybe even a deep innate need, to travel and simply move. This impulse doesn’t require a year-long trip, but it must place me in new surrounds that alert my senses with a divergence from the daily grind. That is why I travel.

Bucket lists. Everyone has one. Mine seems to expand with each National Geographic article, Instagram photo, and Facebook family trip I see. So you could say I have continent bucket lists. Thus, my best Bucket List ideas.

My Annie B stayed home today from school. Come to find out at the doctor’s office she had ear infections in both ears. Double whammy. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t listened to me for the last four years. We played UNO. Midway through our second game, the mail truck stopped at the top of the street. Immediately Annie sat up straight. She walked to the window and said, “Oh, he’s cute!” The mail carrier shuffled along looking at his bag of credit card offers and supermarket ads.

Eventually, the essence of the man who was my father sticks with me. He was a fiercely loyal, loving, and proud father, overlooking imperfections of his kids.