Dear Dan,Every morning as I come to work I pass Schlow Library. Every morning as I pass Schlow mom tells me that she thinks of us when we were kids and used to go to the library when it was on College Avenue. Schlow started in a wonderful house owned by the Schlows (ergo the... Continue Reading →
Parking garages
Dear Dan,Such a simple thing: pull into the parking garage, find a space and park. Well, not any more. I wonder if there will ever come a day when I can park in a garage and not think of what happened one evening in July in Kansas City. On occasion I drive to work and... Continue Reading →
Cleaning stalls
Dear Dan,The summer we spent at Flynn's working in the bard while they were away was one pretty cool summer for me. You were driving on a complete license - not a Cinderella - and mom was spending time in NJ. In the morning we would decide if I would go along with you to... Continue Reading →
Almost smoked
Dear Dan,I've been thinking about our summer at Flynn's farm. I've especially been thinking about a span of a couple of weeks during that summer.Mom was back and forth to Media while Dad was working in that area. You and I occasionally went with her. The rest of the time we spent home and at... Continue Reading →
Mad weave socks
I'm almost finished with the socks! One more repeat and I'm ready for the toe. I can't wait! I love the color and the stitch but I hate the heel and toe instructions. I did the heel as the pattern said but I'm doing my own toe. My toe pattern fits much better than the... Continue Reading →
Kill the pickle!
Dear Dan,You loved all living creatures - which is but one reason your suicide came as such a nasty shock. While the first words out of my mouth as a child were "kill it; kill it; kill it!" you would protect that innocent, disgusting bug from becoming an itty bitty spot on the sole of... Continue Reading →
It's My World 