Bleeet . . . Memories

When I was a kid, my parents would periodically get us all together in the living room, pull out the slide projector, wrestle with the screen and give us a slide show. My brothers and I got such a kick out of this, laughing at the pictures of when we were babies, our first communion, . . . → Read More: Bleeet . . . Memories

Bleeet . . . some thoughts on stuff

I have too much stuff. It is clogging my life like plaque in an artery. My life has seemed clogged and cluttered at times and my surroundings seem to mimic that as well. As if a lifetime of collecting stuff has not been enough, my parents death in 2002/03 has resulted in my inheriting of . . . → Read More: Bleeet . . . some thoughts on stuff