Surviving the Crazy Twins

My struggle with the crazy twins that haunt me: Bipolar Disorder and Alzheimer’s Disease.
I.  The Communion Of Saints.

I. The Communion Of Saints.

PAST.  Present.  And Future. I’m on the road.  Again.  Marleen and I flew to visit our son in Omaha.  But, because she’s not a fan of long road trips-and I still am-I rented a car and took a circuitous, sentimental  journey back to Denver. On the way, I...
“Madame”:  God In The Box.

“Madame”: God In The Box.

And The Money Changers In The Temple. How I happened to watch the film, I’m not sure.  Perhaps on one of those interminable flights to or from Greece last spring when scraping the bottom of the barrel of viewing choices became a necessity.  When sleep, in seats...
The Feast Of John The Baptist.

The Feast Of John The Baptist.

A Very Merry Unbirthday To You! There are two requirements, I’ve learned, to successful blogging: quality and quantity. So, how is yours truly doing about a year and a half into this blogging thing?  I hope you believe that the quality of what I put out is...
There I Go.  Part II.

There I Go. Part II.

Truckin’ Like The Doodah Man. As Jane Austen’s novel, Pride And Prejudice, works so deliciously toward its satisfying conclusion, Mr. Darcy’s housekeeper says of Darcy’s sister, “. . . and so accomplished!-She plays and sings all day...
Here I Am. Part I.

Here I Am. Part I.

On The Road Again. It was a bleary eyed 6 a.m., only one day after I got back to Denver, when my trainer, Charlie, asked, “What was your favorite part of the trip to see your sister in Albuquerque?” Almost without thinking, I answered, “The St. James...
It’s All Greek To Me. Part I.

It’s All Greek To Me. Part I.

On As A Passenger.  Off As Cargo. I just returned from my trip to Greece.  As you may remember from a previous post, I went with Dean, an old friend.  A few, quick reflections. Go If You Can.  And, For My Money, A Good Touring Company Is Worth It. We went with Road...