" . . . Brave, gotta call it brave
To chase that dream across the sea
Names, and they signed their names
For something they believed
Red, how the blood ran red
And we laid our dead in sacred ground
Just think, wonder what they think
If they could see us now
It’s been a long hard ride
Got a ways to go . . ."
Tuesday, July 04, 2017
Happy Independence Day
When I was in High School, three books on my father’s bookshelf vied for attention each time I passed. These three books had been around for...
Made a day-trip to Atlanta to pick up our niece. While waiting for her to arrive, I hung out with this guy for a while. He's nobody spe...