Tag Archives: Hampton Roads

No Cat, No Cradle

I am going Home to say goodbye to my father. Whatever Home is. When I was growing up Home was always southeast Kansas. Cherokee county. Riverton. A brick rancher which my grandfather built with his own hands which was not—Mother … Continue reading

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Skies of My Youth

Remembering the Great Plains skies of my youth where the crystal azure crashes into horizons sweeping 360° in every direction like living in the center of a snow globe. It would have to be a tremendous snow globe. The base … Continue reading

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Dancing on the Wind

It was Anna, my first wife, who initiated me into the joy of flying kites. Of course, like probably every middle class boy in America in the 1960s, I had my experiences with those cheap paper kites. You know the … Continue reading

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“Sail Ye Winds, Heigh Ho …”

In March of 1968, returning from his first tour in Vietnam, my father moved our family to the Hampton Roads, Virginia. (There is a certain insanity in the Pentagon referring to an assignment in a combat zone as a “tour”. … Continue reading

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