A ditch Will make you rich

A black city A white city

Life Isn't A Race, It's a Journey

The kids all want to go fast. As fast as possible. Never letting up, Never slowing down.

These faces before me Warm and happy,

As the coffee was brewing I learned from a book

Oh! Like leaves we touch, we learn. Now and forever we know the story. As winter calls, we will starve But dance will keep us warm.

by Rudyard Kipling

A right thing makes better.

Making this heart of mortal man rejoice

Which is worth more? The thrill, or the pain?

Here's a little poem I wrote about my wife one morning while she slept peacefully in an attic in upstate PA.