I saw an ad in the The New York Times, "$99 to London from New York, each way". This is going back a few years and I don't think anyone could find a deal like that today. Even in those days it was considered a deal and a half. I was 23 years old and... Continue Reading →
“A time to weep, a time to laugh” Ecclesiastes 3:4.
Jon Seaborn is running behind schedule on a Tuesday morning. He was envisioning the photo shoot of a young couple and their small child. He was starting to sweat as he knew the young woman who hired him is expecting another.
-A Time to be born-
He glanced at his watch and turned on the radio to help settle the thought of being late. The lyrics of a song catches his attention:
“C’mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev’rybody get together
Try and love one another right now”.
Drifting his thoughts to an earlier day, Jon had a memory of his friend Rose Lilyseed, a day she cried of another one’s actions.
– A Time to Weep –
Jon sent her a message, simple and short, a verse from the bible, John 11:35, “Jesus Wept”.
A few days later…
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Writers, they have the best imagination. Discovery: knowing that when stuck all that is needed is a decision to move a muscle and write a thought. Here’s a thought: “If you have an itch, scratch it” ~ David Morgan; September 14, 2018
A story in New York
On a Saturday night in 1981, September 19th, I remember hanging out with my friends at Central and Tuckahoe in Yonkers, NY. Our biggest Dilemma “What do you want to do tonight?” Someone said Simon and Garfunkel are playing “In The Park” tonight. Without hesitation we all said “Let’s Go!”. We all hopped in my AMC hornet hatchback and took the 30 minute drive into NYC. As we drove down Central Park West someone said, “we will never find a parking spot”. At that very moment someone pulled out of a spot on Central Park West right across the street from the…
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A true story with a little imagination. The Place In the quaint Florida coastal town of Vero Beach, I stepped into a coffee shop with an odd mixture of small town folks in what I thought to be an ordinary cafe. Not unusual to notice that people were talking or reading and writing at their... Continue Reading →