It’s been a week now since “Our Father Who Art in Chino Valley” left behind a legacy of love, humor … More
His eyes don’t focus as they once did, but the twinkle in them remains bright. Cochlear nerve damage from piloting a … More
Back when television consisted of four or five channels, with midday programming limited to soaps, we depended on an active imagination to avoid idleness. My dad loved to hear me say “I’m bored”. It gave him a break, because he sentenced me to hard labor if I dared whine “there’s nothing to do!”. There was no recourse; if I said it, he had an instant cure for boredom: a long list of chores. Thanks to Dad, I learned to pursue creative endeavours and invent adventures.