For many years, when I traveled frequently for work, I had the familiar experience of meeting a stranger, often on an airplane or in an airport, hotel or other some other travel related location. One of the first questions that seemed to be put forward often was, “What do you do?” My response, somewhat automatic,
Leaving the beach in Tamarindo, we drove via Liberia, past the Daniel Oduber Quirós International Airport (LIR), smaller than San Jose, Juan Santa Maria (SJO) and more accessible to the northern sections of Costa Rica. We connected onto Rt. 1, traveled south to Canas, then north around Lake Arenal to Fortuna and Arenal Springs. If
2/4/22 Drove to Tucson airport, less than an hour from home, boarded our flight on time, had business class seats up front and upon landing in Chicago discovered our flight to San Jose was going to be delayed by two hours. Instead of leaving at 5:15, it would be 7:25 and then…..it was canceled. Off
I am a son, a grandson, a brother, a husband, a father, a cousin, an uncle, a brother-in-law, son-in-law and a grandfather. I have been or I am a student, a pastor, a psychologist, a psychotherapist, a professor, an instructor, a teacher, a department head, a coach, a principal, a head of school, a trustee,
Almost exactly a year ago this day, I posted this for Thanksgiving and re-reading it, thought it worth repeating. We have all had quite a year for many different reasons, Covid being among the top several. I will forego listing the others. Each of you has your own list. This Thanksgiving week is a very
This trip has become a familiar one for me for the past 25 years. Regardless where we were living – NM in Santa Fe & Abiquiu, London, California, and now Arizona, the trek to Oklahoma City has been occasioned by family members living there, some originating there, some returning there and now dying there. S.
