When my parents would come to visit Seester and me during the summers I lived in Red Lodge, dad and I would always take a morning and drive to Cooke City for lunch. Up over the Beartooth Pass we’d go, stopping willy nilly for photo opps and simple moments of enjoying each other’s company. You’d have loved this picnic, Dad.Read More
I love the Internet. I love email. The fact that I can say hello to five friends across the US, in Canada, in Europe and perhaps have only minutes go by before I hear back from them is a gift. I can let them know that I’m thinking of them right … now … when a phone call isn’t always possible. What blessing.Read More
Kids are mean. I know this. I know that today in our society, bullying has reached epic proportions. The internet has exacerbated the problem. I’ve no idea how I would have turned out if some of my more humiliating moments had been captured on video and sent around cyberspace.
It was bad enough having my less than shining moments shared (and remembered to this day) among the dozen cousins that occupied my stratosphere. In our neighborhood, growing up on the dead-end known as Griffith Road in Griffith Hollow, nothing was off limits. We tortured each other and played and fought and played and fought some more.Read More
Savoring Bloomfield’s Little Italy Days – August in Pittsburgh One of the most...Read More