Forty-plus years, three homes, and lots of life

Sixteen years ago this month, wife Amy and I closed on the purchase of our current home in Floyd County, the third home we’ve lived in during nearly 41 years of marriage and, we hope, our final domicile. It is a New England “saltbox” style...
The dad I wish I’d known

The dad I wish I’d known

  In March of 1944, a young sailor and electrician’s mate in the Navy, and battle-tested veteran of World War II, in the Pacific walked into the gas rationing office at the Norfolk Navy Yard in Virginia to seek extra coupons to ride his Harley-Davidson to Tampa,...
Dad

Dad

Father’s Day is always bittersweet. My father died when I was nine months old, a victim of an industrial accident where he worked in Tampa, Florida. My only memories of my father came from a box of photos and stories told by my mother. My father existed as an...