Splashdown at graveside A cautionary tale by Ken Rummer It had been a particularly wet spring, and clouds again threatened rain as we arrived at the cemetery. An arched-top tent marked the gravesite, just down the hill. I took my position at the back of the hearse. The pallbearers assembled and, after a few… Read more »
May 3, 2019
Sightings
Splashdown at graveside A cautionary tale by Ken Rummer It had been a particularly wet spring, and clouds again threatened rain as we arrived at the cemetery. An arched-top tent marked the gravesite, just down the hill. I took my position at the back of the hearse. The pallbearers assembled and, after a few… Read more »
Growing old Encore time? by Ken Rummer Ut enim non omne vinum, sic non omnis natura vetustate coacescit. As indeed not every wine, so not every person with the passage of years grows sour. Cicero, De Senectute (On Old Age), from section 66, my translation Now that I’m retired, I find I’m wondering more about… 
Someday is now Seeing the God dreams right in front of us by Donna Frischknecht Jackson The Christmas tree is losing its needles and the cutout Santa cookies are beyond stale. Christmas 2017 is fast-becoming a memory. All eyes are now on 2018. That means our eyes are on the goals and dreams we… 
A different kind of Christmas card Who is waiting to hear from you? by Donna Frischknecht Jackson On my desk sits an index card with the initial “R” written on it in blue marker. I have thrown this index card into the garbage at least three times so far and, so far,…