The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Chris Byrne tells a tale of music, generations, and families. If it doesn’t bring a lump to your throat, I submit you may need help.
Go read, and enjoy . . . then go do something like that with your children, if you’re blessed enough to have them.
It might be worth listening to this, too.
Peter
This always made me cry – because I was as guilty with the leaving as Harry's musical father figure – and I felt it.
On the upside, my son seems to be a good man; and that is all I ask from him.
Sad but true…
I'm only twenty miles away from my son and if I hear from him once a month I'm lucky. We may see each other twice year, because – you know – he is so damned busy.
I could drop dead in this house and know one would know until a neighbor started smelling something.
No more good times then.