M E M O R I E S MUSES

        A few years ago, on one of my music CDs, I recorded my version of a Frank Sinatra ballad, “September of my Year.”   It was an acknow...

       On March 3, 1965, I landed in West Berlin to begin my stint with the 6912th Security Squadron.   I had finished my Russian language t...

      To many, Memorial Day is the unofficial beginning of summer. Memorial Weekend is a time of relaxation with family gatherings, barbecu...

      This little essay is meant primarily for those church-going folk of the Pentecostal ilk; however, if you consider yourself to be a bel...

        Many men (well, maybe most) have some sort of weakness which, should a temptation approach them that appeals to their innate psychol...

                  Birthday Poems         The  Fiftieth Rung on the Ladder of Life Methinks it be not super nifty When one turns t...