I like swamps. Swamps are not eye catching so no one brags about how pretty their swamp is. But they are beautiful. We humans like pretty things. So we manicure the shoreline of our lakes and dump roundup to rid them of any vegetation except Kentucky blue grass. Then we weed wack in the adjacent …
Diving Deeper
I’ve written before in my blog about going through a parent’s things, deciding what to keep and what to part with. Much of the process is tedious. My folks grew up during the Great Depression. They kept stuff. Just in case. A lot of that stuff was still there, decades later, for me to toss …
reflections of a flawed man 