As a child, I spent a lot of time with my grandmother. We were a close-knit family, and many summers, weekends, and holidays, we would descend upon my Nana’s two-story abode where fun and adventure beckoned. Nana’s home was unique. Perched high atop a tree-shrouded hillside overlooking Route 66, the huge, native stone gem seemed almost surreal. With its cascade of thick, concrete …
For Better or Worse
I remember as a child often hearing older people lament the perils of progress. “I wish everything would just stay the same,” they’d remark to just about anyone who would listen. I didn’t fully grasp what they meant at the time, but as I grew older it began to register. Progress was when my Nana’s beloved home was razed and bulldozed down to …
Yesterday's Dance
I suppose one of the reasons I enjoy reruns of “The Waltons” is because, in some ways, it takes me back to my childhood when life seemed simpler and things moved at a slower pace. Family took center stage, most everyone we knew went to church, and parents didn’t fear for their children’s safety if they went to visit a friend down the street. Where I lived …