When I hear the words “the Fourth of July”, just like most people I instantly recall the fireworks, the smell of fresh grilled burgers, the crack of a baseball bat, and other sights, sounds, and sm
Last week was Father’s Day and one doesn’t need a special Father’s Day or a special Mother’s Day to remember their parents. This article will be about my father.
Every five or six weeks I go to Springfield to see an eye specialist because of my Macular Degeneration.
It was going to be my friend John Schaeffer’s birthday on June 21. What was so great about it was that it was going to be John’s 100th birthday.
Kids who are now 18 years old and graduating from high school were born at the turn of the century.