Something both old and borrowed

 

This is my grandfather, John Henderson. He was a Navy Fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier in WW2. After his service he settled in Baton Rouge Louisiana with his wife Rosemary and raised the family which included my father, John.

Mother-of-pearl

I dreamed I was a rancher and the people in the old photographs on the kids walls were me and mine: my own pastoral utopia with a meadow and a creek. I dug in the meadow to channel water for our cattle. [...]

Hot dog, it’s a blog

This is what blogs are for.-M

Ladder

It’s hard to say when it all began. Things grade into each other like biscuits rising on a pan that’s too small. Some adaptations aren’t nearly perfect. It may have started when I fell off the ladder.
But you could say that climbing the ladder was the beginning, or when my ladder left [...]

Turkish Delight

The place was spotless. A little dusty, but out there it’s hard to tell the dust from the air, if there is a difference. There was a box labeled Original Turkish Delight on the coffee table, and a bit of white powder beside it. The name meant something to me, but I couldn’t say [...]