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...
What a long, strange trip it’s been

What a long, strange trip it’s been

  Truckin’, I’m a goin’ home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on.* Spent Saturday in a meeting with others members of the Harley Owners Group, planning a rational rally...
Facing down the Grim Reaper

Facing down the Grim Reaper

The death of a longtime good friend, who lost his life to pancreatic cancer at 72 late last week, reminded me that the ever-patient Grim Reaper awaits all of us.  It has been a factor for most of my 69 years of life. The Reaper struck when I was nine months old,...
In the end, it doesn’t get any better in life

In the end, it doesn’t get any better in life

A delightful day of riding Virginia roads with friends from the Roanoke Valley Harley Owners Group. Our group included manager of one of the largest Krogers in the area, owners of two 7-Elevens in Roanoke, a pharmacy manager, a Appalachian Power official, a retired...
Outspoken?  Damn right

Outspoken? Damn right

In a Facebook conversation Saturday with someone from my high school days here in Floyd County, she said she never thought I would be so “outspoken.” I laughed it off.  I’ve never considered myself “outspoken.”  I’m an old-fashioned...