“If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” ― Henry Miller This week’s installment…which should have actually been posted over a week ago…has been a difficult one to get down on... Continue Reading →
Wearing of the Orange?
In anticipation of St. Patrick’s Day next week, I decided to spend some time getting to know my Irish roots. I mentioned in an earlier post that the untimely death of my grandfather, Clifford Preston McGuffin, meant that his young daughters (my mother and her two sisters), grew up mostly unaware of their paternal ancestry…and... Continue Reading →
The Voices in My Head
I came across Elmer and Frank a few years back when I was doing some research—looking for photos of Scottsbluff during the WWII era for a book I hope to write. I discovered many useful images on the American Memory website hosted by the Library of Congress, (visit http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/index.html to view an amazing collection of... Continue Reading →