Never Judge a Man . . .

. . . until you’ve walked a mile in his Sandro Comfort Gels We stood in the airport together.  He was returning to the West Coast after a few days of sanity in his own neck of the woods.  Things had recently imploded in his marriage and he was sadly sorting...

The Chimes of Time . . .

Lord of this hour, Be Thou my Guide. And by Thy Power No foot shall slide. I was alone by my own choice in the early morning downtown core. The others were out there . . . somewhere, . . . beating the frost-dressed pavement, huffing, puffing and scuffing their way...

An Ingersoll Update

Thanks for subscribing to this newsletter over the last couple of years. I have a love for writing that I believe to be one of the greatest gifts that my father unintentionally gave me. When I write, I think of him and pray that any good becomes a tribute to him and...

This One Goes to “11”.

I like power . . . doesn’t matter what you are talking about . . . I like it. My surround sound system is less captivating to me than it was at one time.  Now I have to turn it 3/4’s of the way up to get the audio fix that I am looking for.  If I could get the 3/4...