Seven? Eight years old?
In Hannibal. Reading a newspaper as I saw my father do. In a Cub Scout uniform.
Yes, this was me….
Seven? Eight years old?
In Hannibal. Reading a newspaper as I saw my father do. In a Cub Scout uniform.
Yes, this was me….
After 12 of the last 22 nights in Lee’s Summit, I’m ready to be home to stay for a while.
Now at KCI, ready for SWA2809 home to STL…..
I have written elsewhere on this blog about my trip to Malaysia in 2003.
My first trip to Asia is on my mind again, 14 years later. Some of these photos have not been posted before, so I share them now.
An important read.
https://www.vox.com/policy-and-politics/2017/12/19/16786006/looting-of-america
We all need to be writing our elected representatives!
Having now successfully (or somewhat successfully) called every single one of my late father’s credit card issuers, I can safely say that
The Wal-Mart (a name that makes me shudder even to type it) system was maddeningly obtuse, and took multiple attempts to even get to a place where I could figure out how to get a real person on the line.
The best? Chase and AMEX both were so easy to use, and the person on the other end asked so few questions!
The Composer Who Owns Christmas