The Summer of George & Elvis

New Jersey was surely the greatest place on earth, and in the summer of 1977 my Uncle George and Aunt Marge escorted me to the US for a visit I will never forget. I got to stay with them in their modest, one story, brick home in Atco; a name that reminded me of those…

Finding Good People

I took a nice long walk in the unusually warm weather yesterday..and I’m happy to report that there are daffodils already in bloom! Along the way, I ran into an old guy who has turned his corner lot into an amazing garden complete with a bridge over a tiny creek, pathways edged in stones, little…

Holding my breath..

When the kids were little, they would hold their breath every time we drove past a cemetery. I’m still not 100% sure what that was all about, but to be honest, I held my breath a few times too …you know, just in case. And then we started visiting “the South.” Strolling through historic cemeteries…