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

   Écoute-moi s'il te plaît j'ai besoin de parler accorde-moi seulement quelques instants ne me bombarde pas de conseils et d'i...

Well, an episode, shall we call it, occurred that won me a small victory.  I have been beating the drum for us to acquire a King Air for som...

“Luxury has never appealed to me. I like simple things ― books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”     ― Daphne du Maurier  All...

    I used to be alive, you know. You were? I'm pretty sure I was. When was that? Quite a long time ago. What was it like? I can't s...

  These long winter nights, with nothing much to do, leave me plenty of time to think.   Oh, the days are busy enough, and 'tis the seas...

  The news clippings in this post I found in the family copy of this book. Charles Lindbergh is a largely forgotten personality in American ...

Montana in winter.  Definitely not the garden spot of North America. January is the dreariest month out here.  It's been a long time sin...