Diane and I recently bought a house in Galax and are making it our own.

It happened sometime in late summer or the fall of 1991, the exact date I can’t remember during a year I don’t care to remember, not all that much anyway.

Father's Day is today. I want to remind my kids of the advice I gave to them years ago, some of which came from my father.

Yesterday was my Mother's birthday. She turned 91. She and my Dad have been married for 69 years. They have looked after each other all that time.

Many years ago I purchased an album, vinyl, which is still the best way to listen to recorded music, but I can’t play records any longer.

My father had his 92nd birthday this past week. Mine is this coming Sunday, August 2nd.

My parents did not make a big deal about their own birthdays, but they sure did for their kids.

All the members of the Parker family are very special to me. Which brings me to my Aunt Hazel.

Just after we placed our orders, I reached inside my camera bag, which I carry just about everywhere, and removed a square, aluminum foil wrapped package. It had a thick greenish cloth ribbon tied around it. I slid it across the table to Dad. He looked at it for a second or two.

“What is this? A block of chocolate?” He asked with a smile.

Sometimes unfortunate things, can lead to other things, that have a fortunate outcome. 

I believe that I am a pretty good coach pilot. I still believe that even though I hit my mailbox while making a sharp turn into our driveway. Obviously I didn’t pull up the street far enough and turn sharp enough but no long term damage done, except to my pride.

These kind of things happen so why have I kept Rving the last twelve years?

Well Mikey, my dear friend, I made it to retirement. I don't think I could have done it without you even though you have been gone for six years.