Seventy-Seven

Today my dad turns 77 years old. This past Monday he had a total hip replacement on his right hip, so he’s celebrating being on this earth 77 years by becoming part man/part machine. For the last couple of years my dad has been dealing with what he thought was back pain, but it turned […]

Hip Pop Hooray

My parents have been married for almost 56 years. My mom was 18 and my dad was 21. Was it what you’d call a shotgun wedding? Well, my older brother was born three months later, so you can do the math. But regardless of the circumstances they’ve remained married, and mostly happily, ever since. Little […]

Time Makes Miniatures Of Us All

I remember being a little kid and hugging my Grandma Hubner when her and my grandpa would come over and when they’d leave. She seemed so big to me. Like a giant, for a lady. She was maybe 6′. I remember I could barely get my arms around her. She wasn’t rotund or anything, but […]

Flags of My Father

It didn’t really dawn on me that my dad served in the military till about 7 years ago. I knew he served, but he was in the Army Reserves. For some stupid reason that didn’t register as military. As a kid it seemed more like some weekend camping trips he had attended before I was […]