If You're Going My Way, I'll Walk With You

One of my older relatives was what he called a “newsman” for 40 years, working on a city daily. He never went to college let alone got a deg...

I detect a pattern...   I don't know what a "tradesperson" is. It sounds British.  But I ain't no tradesperson.  Totally ...

 

T onight we find them again, parked under the stars (no one ever eats inside in Heaven), beeping the tired carhop with her pageboy...

“I don’t think I shall ever find peace till I make up my mind about things,’ he said gravely. He hesitated. ‘It’s very difficult to put i...

F irst job. In tight black shorts and a white bowling s...

 As I've written, the big band era is one of my favorite times in recent history, and I read pretty much everything I can find about it....

     “If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when o...

  A poker game late one night in 1942.   You get one deal.  Nothing's wild. You can't fold.  You have to bet everything you have.  T...

  Love this song, lyrics by Johnny Mercer. music by Hoagy Carmichael, and especially this version performed by the Harry James orchestra wit...

 Out of the blue, as I was dealing with another difficult issue, somebody sent me copies of emails from my dearest friend who went on ahead ...

 Why don't people whistle anymore?  They used to do it even in popular songs.  I guess you have to be  cheerful to whistle.  Here's ...

 Soon the sunny days of summer will be here, the high mountain passes will open up again, the spring run-off that makes mountain creeks im...

I don't read Dickens for the plot or story line, but for the reveries of life as it once was, and perhaps again may be, lived and enjoye...

 It never,  ever, ever ends. "Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath." ~ Theodore Roethke Th...

I don't know why women in the 1930s knew how to deal with handsy men and so many women today don't.  A 30-second lesson in handling ...

  “She was hurt to find life made up of so many little things. At first she believed most faithfully that they had a deeper meaning and...

      “My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, mak...

 

 What better for a Sunday brunch than homemade buttermilk biscuits and homemade strawberry preserves?  I can make both, the best you ever ta...

  Whatever you say, kimo sabe.