I like to look at the old pictures, the black and whites, from long ago. They are the time machine of memories, some real, some not mine. They are all gone now, even the man behind the camera. “I will see you soon,” he said, and then he was gone as well. We are always … Continue reading Old Pictures

I look at him. I wonder how he became old so fast. The mountain of life. The struggle, the strain, the slow, slow climb. The descent. Fast, faster as you near the end. Where are you now? Are you anywhere at all?

It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver. Mahatma Gandhi

Stay calm, don’t get upset about things that don’t really matter. Wade Harold Johnson

Take a moment to appreciate yourself, because you are amazing. Wade Harold Johnson