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I was about to post something about my upcoming photo excursions … or maybe an overview on a long-lost television show or distant memory … or some anecdote from my childhood or from my adult life. And then I noticed something regarding my blog totals. This post right now – is my 6,000th blog. 6,000…

I was on the phone with my Aunt Elaine – the person who once ran Golden Past Antiques in New Hampshire – and I talked to her about my upcoming trip to San Antonio to photograph the solar eclipse. She mentioned to me that I actually have extended family in San Antonio. And in explaining…

I just turned 60 today. How the hell I made it through six decades is completely baffling. But I did it. So what does turning 60 mean? It allows me to look back at a long, long life. And to remark and remember that in those 60 years, I’ve crossed paths with so many people.…

Scouting can be a wonderful experience. You can learn so much as a Scout, to the point where you can use your Scouting years to become an incredible adult. I really wish I had those experiences. I really do. Unfortunately, my experience with Scouting was absolutely poor and unacceptable. And before someone worries that this…

In all honesty, I’m not the neatest person in the world. I’m more of an Oscar than a Felix. But I’m also someone who knows his limitations, and will ask for help when I need it. And sometimes it takes a swift kick in the keister to get me to ask for help. Case in…

We need to exist. We need to have this one stretch of our lives where whatever we did has its importance. That our very being upon this earth made a difference. Did you help someone today? Did you do a random act of kindness – anything from holding a door open for the person behind…

I bought this hand-made knife set 18 months ago. Hand-forged Damascus steel carbon-blade knives from a Pakistan bladesmith. Aren’t they sweet-looking? Too bad I don’t own them any more. Well, not too bad. There’s a reason why I don’t own them any more. After I acquired the knives – and had them professionally sharpened –…

I ran some errands Sunday morning, and on my way home, I saw a sign for an estate sale in Watervliet. My Grandma Betty, who never passed an estate sale without at least looking inside, would never have let me pass this one up. And heck, it was only three blocks off my trip, so…

Honestly, I could do what every other person does. I can go to the grocery store and by those “fun size” bagfuls of candies, sit by my door, and wait for the costumed little trick-or-treaters to arrive and shout ‘TRICK OR TREAT” and then I hand off the candies. Lather, rinse, repeat. Not this year.…