A Child’s Bracelet

(I normally run this post every July seventh on my NASCAR blog. However, given that today is the tenth anniversary of Kenny Irwin Jr.’s death, it seems appropriate to run it here as well.)

The northern edge of Indianapolis is much like the outskirts of many big cities these days, a recent absorption of farmland now . . . → Read More: A Child’s Bracelet

Every Moment

I remember riding in the back seat
Of my daddy’s Chevrolet car
Mama laughed, Daddy told stories
We never really seemed to get far

I will always cherish
All those days gone by
I thank God for the good times
Every moment of my life

Everybody wants to be remembered
For something good or kindness they shown
I want to help this world to find the . . . → Read More: Every Moment

Christ, Soul, Rock and Roll

One of those noisy rock and roll bands i listen to, whose racket my mother seldom endured without commenting on same, wrote these words: “No one leaves you when they live in your heart and mind.” This is how it now is with all of us. All day. Every day.

We, of the unfortunate fellowship, understand the . . . → Read More: Christ, Soul, Rock and Roll

A Quiet Life, Well Lived

A few words in honor of Beth.

To my family, and me she was Aunt Beth.

The apostle Paul, in his first letter to the Thessalonians, said these words: “Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life.” An odd way of putting it, since ambition is usually categorized as being ambitious. Not something often associated with a . . . → Read More: A Quiet Life, Well Lived

See You Real Soon

Roy Disney, who twice saved his uncle’s legacy, has passed away.

A very sad day for all of us touched by the . . . → Read More: See You Real Soon

Captain Lou

I called him Captain Lou even though as he would oft remind me he never rose that far in the ranks. But he was a US Navy man through and through, fiercely proud of the time he spent in the service during the Vietnam Way. So Captain Lou it was.

Lou was an intellectual, the kind whose . . . → Read More: Captain Lou

Memorial Day

It was something we did every year, my father and I.  I would call him, and when he answered would say, “Well, I’d wish you a happy Memorial Day.  But it’s not really happy, now is it.”

“No, so.  No, it’s not.”

My father occasionally talked about serving in World War Two and Korea, of missions flown and . . . → Read More: Memorial Day

Saludo

He was cool and collected, a man’s man who made the ladies swoon while being more than welcome to come hang out with the guys. Distinctive, dashing, and always with that voice; a cadence and timbre naturally unique, filled with graceful dignity yet with a mischevious twinkle lurking nearby.

He was also a strong believer in . . . → Read More: Saludo