I visited Mundelein where I once lived. We lived for many good years there. Now we live in Batavia to the west along the Fox River Valley. We moved due to a change in circumstance, namely both of us retired. The time was right to move closer to our children and our grandchildren. Now…
Memory, is what we call the minds re-membering of past experience, of what we did, saw or heard. Memory is not an exact replication of a past event. Memory like everything else the mind/body does, serves the survival of the organism. I will always remember the announcement of yesterday, the Supreme Court ruling eliminating…
My Love by Bruce Nugent My love has hair Like midnight, But midnight fades to dawn. My love has eyes Like starlight, But starlight fades in morn. My love has a voice Like dew-fall, But dew-fall dies at a breath. My love has love Like life’s all, But life’s all fades in death. Richard…
Today I read more about the war in Ukraine in the New York Times. The war grinds on. The article was about the role of therapists to offer treatment for the psychological damage exacted by the extreme violence of artillery strikes and missiles destroying towns. I thought about commenting about a poem today, as…
Do you ever wonder at the path you’ve taken? What has lead you to take this way? I do. Several days ago tending the lilies planted at the edge of the yard, I admired again the small statue of the female Buddha placed as background to the colorful lilies. The statue is the image…
A friend offered comment highlighting the tribal aspect of the sport of drag racing. There’s no debate about the machismo inscribed in the passion for automobiles designed and constructed as a competition weapon. Also race cars are a symbol of a concrete alliance of a owner and crew members — a long term commitment…
It is uncanny, the memories that a sound will evoke. Saturday at Great Lakes Dragaway, often the sound of an idling supercharged race engine could be heard. Sometimes in the staging lanes waiting to move forward to the starting line, or at a distance being tuned somewhere in the pits, — the undulating, rising,…
“Remember that life is short and death is long,” is attributed to artist Fritz Scholder. Perhaps he was channeling Epictetus? The insight could have come from the writings of a Roman Stoic. Time spent with family, with both Nature and community at hand – is time well spent. These thoughts come to mind on…
It is Saturday morning. The day promises to be comfortable, more so than the high 90s of the past several days. This morning the Farmers Market with Laura and our daughter and grand daughter is anticipated. In the afternoon I look forward to keeping accompany with my son to the race track in Wisconsin. …
We live a short distance from Braeburn Marsh. At this time of year female snapping turtles move from their habitat into open view searching for a suitable spot to lay their eggs. While partially concealed behind a tree I took these photos a few days ago. The common snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina), its natural…
