Thank you, Mr. Smith

The man who gave us thousands upon thousands of words over his own lifetime only needed one to signify his eternal resting place. "Smith" That's all that was carved into the front of Walter Wellesley Smith's tombstone. No fancy epitaph. No clever or witty phrasing about being gone. Just his last name. Nothing more. S-M-I-T-H … Continue reading Thank you, Mr. Smith


Remembering Blackie

It was the eyes that grabbed me, that look from within as if it was thinking, "Hey, I know you ... do you remember me? ... Do ya pal?" The little boy in me rose up from my past before I could stop him, plowing through the piles of memories he had been buried under … Continue reading Remembering Blackie