I feel like I should be wearing a white suit and toasting you all with a fruity tropical drink, but my suit is at the cleaners. Plus there’s no place to land a seaplane at the new house.
family life
You Can’t Fix a Broken Marriage
Subtitle: A funny thing happened on the way to the separation. It’s been an interesting few weeks.
Trying Not To Drown In The Riptides Of Emotion
The car carrier across the way has his APU running. The RV overnighting next to him has their generator going as well. The street sweeper finished his sashay across the lot about an hour and a half ago. Two trains have groaned through town since midnight. I can just make out the sound of another Read More
It Was Just Supposed To Be A Short Road Trip
It was supposed to be a short road trip. Drive 2 kids to Ohio Saturday and be home Monday. Easy peasy. Yeah, right.
Chipping Away at The Brick Walls in My Family History
One of the most frustrating parts of any genealogical project is the inevitable brick walls researchers run into. Records disappear in a fire or other disaster. Names change through marriage, immigration, or misspellings. Sometimes people just disappear off the face of the earth. Place names change when towns are consolidated or die. Genealogists deal with Read More