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You’d be 70 today. Happy Birthday dear friend. You weren’t supposed to die so damn young. I thought we’d be old farts together. But it’s just me turning old while you remain forever young. There’s nobody I can give a hard time to, no buddy that I have fun with like I did with you....

In the summer of 1960, when I was 14, I saw and heard John Fitzgerald Kennedy when he spoke to the people of Cincinnati, downtown, at Fountain Square. He had such a beautiful voice On November 22, 1963, a few months after I had moved to Tucson, I was running around the perimeter of Catalina...

Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.  

One year ago this week, Toughie, the last Rabbs’ fringe-limbed tree frog on Earth, died at his home in the Atlanta Botanical Garden. His kind will never again know existence. The damage we humans are doing to this beautiful living planet we’ve been given is beyond description and comprehension. My heart bursts with sadness for...

Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your soul to. Something stands out and makes the moment unique. A profound multidimensional clarity resembling a piece of carefully gathered stardust, as if you are whispering “finally” and your eyes fill with light and spontaneity, as if...

So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.   For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.   Though the...

I hold it true, what’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.   Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Evie was my French teacher for my sophomore, junior and senior years at Catalina High School She was the best teacher I ever had And one of the two genuinely kind people I have ever known I was regularly at her home during my college years I still have the letters which she wrote to...

70 years ago, at the moment I write this blog, the battle to gain the beaches in Normandy still raged. What valor. What courage. What patriotism. What sacrifice. May all the goodness in the universe bless the spirits of all the men and women who served so that I might enjoy my freedom.

On the eve of Normandy I would like you both to know: That I have a photograph of the two of you on my desk in Paris in uniform from May of 1945; that you two are true heroes. Thank you for what you did for humanity.