It's been three years since I wrote the post below and, sadly, I haven't been able to stop my dad from destroying his journal entries after he writes them, especially the ones about the military. His writing is more of an emotional need, a purging, if you will. An attempt to relieve himself of the troubles still… Continue reading Of yellow legal pads and a little acorn not falling far from the tree.
This past Sunday, November 9, was the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. I remember seeing East and West Germans climbing over and on top of the Wall and celebrating with each other without being shot, and the first pieces of that horrendous thing finally pushed down by the public on live TV in 1989. It was… Continue reading The Berlin Wall: One wall, two sides, multiple outlooks.
Manuscript. Head. Drawer. 