The Old Lamplighter

It was an era of well roundedness.  It had to be. A war raged while people of every cut tried desperately to find ways to lessen their life’s burdens. There were still moms, dads, grandparents, boys and girls at play, and most of all young men and women trying to hold on to momentary relationships….

Days of Joy and Others

Can you imagine your days filled with friends coming to visit? It’s my life, within each and every day without exception, a constant parade, reverberant with an effervescence stimulated by the soldiers participating in the very same parade. If I were to hang a sign it would read,” All Actors Allowed”. I am not a…

Comparing Notes

I suppose it was an obvious thing to happen at a memorial service for the likes of Robert Easton. Sixty-four years or more of building credits is understandably mind-boggling. The scroll of names of the people he had coached through the years appeared in an endless parade on a full size movie screen, which had…