I grew up in rural Central Michigan in the 1950s. The first person of color I remember seeing was a woman who operated the elevator in the downtown department store. Unless…
No one sings “What a wonderful world!” quite like Satchmo did. I never tire of listening to it. Part of what I hear in that song is about family. I…
In addition to morning walks in the dunes, afternoon dips in Lake Michigan and eating some great food, my week has been filled with Liz’s family. What a lucky man…
Family! What else is so important?!
Still Learning To See 