Golf, A Family Affair

I was told that my grandfather, on my mother's side, loved to play golf. In fact, "legend" has it that he died on the golf course. I inherited his golf shoes and golf clubs. What a tremendous sense of pride I felt wearing his shoes and swinging his clubs albeit with limited success. I always wished that I would have had the opportunity to play golf with my grandfather especially since my father really never played golf. Now my boys have been exposed to golf and it is a wonderful tradition especially since my wife is now bitten by the golf bug. I hope to improve my game and stay healthy enough to play golf with my grandchildren some day in the future.

A Moment of Zen

"Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.

Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Darci, I love you"

My Namesake, My Hero

Emmett. I never really knew you. I have "memories" of you but I was too young when you died. I never got to spend any one-on-one time with you. We share a legacy yet you left me too early and I have so many questions that I need answered. When I wonder why I am the way that I am I just pause and reflect upon what I know of you. I am still in search of answers and I could have used you help. I honor your accomplishments.

Poppies, Please

Poppies have long been used as a symbol of both sleep and death: sleep because of the opium extracted from them, and death because of the common blood-red color of the red poppy in particular. In Greek and Roman myths, poppies were used as offerings to the dead. Poppies are the State flower of California. I want to be remembered with poppies.

I AM

I AM ... the asshole who continues to vandalize our property.

I AM ... not an artist nor am I a law abiding citizen since I trash the beauty that is our home.

I AM ... a coward.

Enlighten Me

You, reflect me. I look at you and I see the qualities of a person that I admire and love. You have taken my hand and led me from darkness to where I can now see the light. You enlighten me. You truly complete me.

Friends and Friendship

Friends are introduced to us early in our lives. Strangers who become non strangers. Neighbors who we invite into our homes. Classmates we confide in and "hang out with" more than our family members. Friends become our "real" family, the family we wish we had and the ones we come to depend on for a lifetime.

The Mysteries of Life

The mysteries of life in this life or another. When do we get it right ? Sometimes we just need a "do over" to give us the opportunities to start a new. Life is a miracle. Life is a struggle. Life is a mystery.

My Valentine

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. I love you without hesitation.

Living the Life

Hanging with the twins !!!

A Walk in the Park

Anish Kapoor adds further reflection to a walk in the park.
Kensington Park became magical this year.

Is it Wrong ?

Is it wrong for a man to enjoy a pedicure ? Is it wrong for two men to enjoy a manicure ? My wife has introduced me to the fabulous pleasures associated with a couples' "mani/pedi". Now, I am in the minority of men who will publicly admit to having regular care for my nails. Life is too short and at times too stressful to not relax and let others care for you !!

Let it Snow, Let it Snow

What a brutal winter we have had so far and so long. It is only early February and the repeated snow falls and bitter cold cause me to shiver and reflect or is it merely a frozen stare. Depressions are not just tropical, they are topical. My hands and fingers are dry. The wind chills just rip through my layers of woolen clothes. Why do we choose to live where we live ? If I were ever homeless or down on my luck and forced to live on the streets I would hope that I could beg for enough money for a one way bus ticket to either Sarasota or La Jolla. I could be a beach bum much more comfortably than an eskimo without a coat or gloves.

Turn of the Century

The grandeur of times gone past. A time when ballrooms were grand and people dressed in tuxedoes and formal gowns of elegance. Chandeliers and wall murals have been replaced with sports bars and movieplexes. We need legacy in our lives with the full knowledge of our past to further understand the future.