A trip to the zoo

Key chain

Working in a hospital, I wash my hands(up to my wrists) frequently. A wrist watch is not practical so I have a clip watch. It has become my key chain.............The keys are for shelter and travel.............The whistle was a gift from my wife Liz........so I can feel safe..........The artsy camera jewelry is a gift from my sister-in-law Karen......to keep me focused(pun intended) on my own passion as well as the love of family............A day doesn't go by without my key chain. 

A walk down memory lane

For those old enough to remember segregation(as I am), here are two photographs of the Liberty Christmas parade in 1960. The band from the black school were stepping  high and looking good in their band uniforms......the band from the white school sat on the back of a truck. Integration was a benefit for all..........

My spot

I believe everyone has a spot............A spot is where everything in your life is organized into something that appears to makes sense...........if only for a brief moment...........While growing up, my spot was a place called Soapstone Mine.............My parents owned land where my mother grew up in a house beside the barn(in the photo). I grew up at my spot.