R.I.P Blog

When I was a kid, I had a dog, Mokzy. Let's not go into how he got the name....anyway. Loved that dog. Black, majestic, awesome dog. And then eventual[...]

Why I am not a painter

At one point in my life, I wanted to be a race car driver, an archaeologist, and even a painter. That last one was for no other reason that I found it[...]

A change of plans

To say that the last few months have been hectic is an understatement. One of my sons gave us the scare of our lives, he had cancer symptoms (thank Go[...]

The never ending quest

Did you ever get to breathe pure oxygen? I did. My grampa wasn't doing so well and...well....I sneaked up and inhaled. Dang. That thing makes you feel[...]

The thieves of time

When I was younger, all I wanted was to be older. When I got older all I want is to be a kid again. When I was 10, I wanted to 18, when I was 18, I wa[...]