When I was a kid, I was fascinated with the Boeing 747 Jumbo Jet. In December 1988, my flight on one turned into a sobering experience that reminded me of the value of life and the need to cherish each moment.
The Non-Linear Career Path
I’ve always liked cars. I remember when I was a kid I used to like looking at the Hot Rod magazines my brothers had stacked in their room. In my teenage years I subscribed to Motor Trend. Every month I read each issue cover to cover. It fueled my interest in being a car designer… Continue reading The Non-Linear Career Path
The Lost Art of Map Folding
When you look back from the vantage point of a half century, you start to wonder why some skills learned at a young age are no longer needed. Take the fine art of folding a map. Now be honest, when was the last time you folded a map back into its compact stowed position? Okay,… Continue reading The Lost Art of Map Folding
You Call That a Truck?
I recently read a review of a truck in a newspaper. When I looked at a picture of the cab interior I felt like I was looking at a living room in Architectural Digest complete with leather recliners, end tables with cup holders and a big screen television. This wasn’t even close to the trucks… Continue reading You Call That a Truck?
No More Righters Needed
How long before blog posts will write and edit themselves? This post explores this brave new world.
Craving Human Contact
Then perhaps this craving to talk to someone, to meet with someone face-to-face, is a legacy of the pandemic. A computer screen or a voice over a phone just isn’t the same as human contact. To see someone’s full face, to see them smile and greet you, seems so precious now....
Fleeting Moments With Mom
So many things complicate life, but as the first Mother's Day without my mom approaches, I am reminded that simple moments like a walk with someone are fleeting moments that may never come again.
Opened Present
Laughter and joy Around the table…
A Gentle Touch
I gaze upward At the dreary sky Silent and cloudy In barren branches
Refreshing Waters
Many waters call to me Amid the dry hot desert Hot sun beats down Longing for waves To wash away weariness . The dusty road ahead I trek over hardened rock Burdens weigh me down Pressing against gravel Grit against my soul . Tired body presses forth Distant shore in view Cool breeze welcomes me… Continue reading Refreshing Waters
The Next Half Century 