illustrated by Robert g. Jerore
It was an average size theater, capable of seating two hundred persons. Tonight it was filled to capacity. The variety of entertainment presented during this evenings program was very enjoyable. There had been two vocal solos; a small singing group; an orchestral presentation; twin pianos duet, and a flautist. The twenty minute intermission which allowed a comfort break was over, and the second half of the evenings program was near
To all who may have wondered.
During the past 3 years I have had to make many changes in my life, as to what was of most importance to me. Being in my 26th year of retirement, this should not have been much of a problem.
(1) Writing was a top priority which I wanted to to be able to do at will;
(2) Creating graphic illustrations...using the computer to do so, was high on my list,
(3) sculpting, (carving in Plaster-of-Paris) was demanding as well.
For a short period
A short spell between carrying out necessities brought on by illness here at home. The future is still a blur, however it does not seem to be getting worse. You might say it's like watching sand flow in a damaged hour glass. The grains of time will be deterred from passing through in a steady stream. Every now and then one grain plugs it up. That's when you have to wait to see what, when, where, and how soon the natural flow of life will continue once more. The stepping stones of life become a b
Many questions I have wanted to ask and instead of going to Administrators, I have been reading the back log of old posts.
It is time consuming, but I have enjoyed reading the thoughts, feelings, and words of comfort not concerning myself, but to other writers
whose lives have had as many, if not more, "ups and downs" than an elevator. I'll poke my nose in wherever and make comments...
even though many years have since past. I realize by doing so, these old posts come to the fore