On Dec. 7, I’m moved to think about numbers

Of course Dec. 7 means so much to many people. Pearl Harbor. Horror. Honor. War. Bravery. All of those emotions will forever be tied to the morning of Dec. 7, 1941, when the Japanese Air Force descended upon Honolulu and destroyed the U.S. ships in the Hawaiian base. My dear wife Karen and I toured…

It’s been something, Nano Poblano

As I sat type-type-typing away on my recliner this Sunday morning, my dear wife Karen looked over from the couch and said, “Is this the last day of Nano Poblano?” No tone. Straightforward question. Yes, dear, said I. She had me. Yes, I was indeed going up my email notifications, last night to right now,…

Keep your head high and your eyes wide

Snow kisses my backyard in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood as we stir on this Thanksgiving morn. It covers the ground and the shed, and hangs on the boughs of those towering pines in the neighbor’s house behind. Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle welcomes the sight and the feel of it. She’s ready for…