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Mr. Wishing Went Fishing
Every Sunday around four o’clock I have a date with a now almost 16 month old. Her name is Sofia. On Thanksgiving day of 2018, MK and I were walking out of a typical family gathering on a perfect November afternoon. The scene was familiar, 20 people gathered in a driveway all saying goodbye after… Continue reading
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Swimming
I can never remember a time when I couldn’t swim. I do remember during a “polio epidemic” in the early 1950’s my parents saying “we can’t do swimming because of polio”. Then came the vaccine and standing in line at Ben Franklin Elementary with 100’s of folk to get our shots. We were members of… Continue reading
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Uncle Paul “PO”
My dad Bill and his brother Paul, were 12 and 8 when their parents told them they were putting them on a train to Greeley, Colorado. Their parents were native Coloradoans who had gone to Bellingham, Washington to start a business. In 1932 they lost everything and had to send their boys to live with… Continue reading
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33 Years
On August 1st I celebrated 33 years in recovery. It’s always a challenge to talk about alcoholism, particularly my own 24 years of alcoholic drinking, and its consequences. AA is clear that anonymity is a personal choice. I debated as to whether I should tell this bit of “my story”. Hey, it’s my blog and… Continue reading
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Miko
This week I had the privilege of spending four days in Avon, CO (Eagle River Valley) with my grandson Miko. He turned 20 this week. He was born smack in the middle of 2000. We talked about being 20. “20 is age Purgatory, you are too old to be a teen, and too young to… Continue reading
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1532 Alexander Circle
In 1955 my parents got a VA loan to buy a brand new home in ‘Belmont’. This was the first planned development in Pueblo, Colorado to provide housing for the influx of the Greatest Generation couples that were fueling the BABY BOOM. I have very distinct memories of trips to the lot that was staked… Continue reading
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DiSanti Farms
For 55 years 1532 Alexander Circle was the “hub of the wheel” for ‘coming home’ and experiencing a sense of connection. We sold the family home 15 years ago, and I had a need to find new anchoring points. I have moved over 23 times since I headed off to college in 1967. I have… Continue reading
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Pagosa Springs
In 1953 my grandparents Paul and Opal, took a four year old Me on a very memorable road trip. They came down from Colorado Springs to pick me up on a tour through Colorado. The first stop was at a town I vividly remember by its smell, Pagosa Springs. The natural mineral hot springs put… Continue reading
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“Joe”
It was a Colorado spectacular last Sunday of October in 1998. There was a buzz on at the church, and we were headed after worship to a Bronco game. Mary Kay got a phone call from her brother Dan. Her face fell, I knew something was wrong. “My Dad was hit by a car and… Continue reading
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Two Goodbyes in Two Weeks (Bye-Bye Red)
Last Wednesday we drove to Colorado Springs to have a life time friend do our taxes. South of Castle Rock, a red warning light came up on my dash— YOUR TRANSMISSION IS OVERHEATING SLOW DOWN. This is sort of like getting an almost flat tire while driving to Dental 911. We feathered the car in… Continue reading
Lyfting Me Up 