I’m Sorry....

Wow. I said it, I’m sorry. Despite a little hit to my ego and the fraction of a second it takes to type or utter these two words, it doesn’t really cost anything to say, “I’m sorry.” Not saying them, however, can cost thousands even millions of dollars, split up marriages, drive wedges in families, and result in years of litigation. It seems to me that as a culture we’ve adopted a hard stance against the two words, and when someone humbly utters them it’s newsworthy. Last week Jim Joyce made headlines when he apologized to Armando...

Cultivator of Hope...

Last night my “original family unit” had dinner together in preparation for my dad, the Lewster’s, surgery. It just so happened that no spouses or children came, so we had a nice time, reminiscent of similar dinners from my childhood–big jokes despite the circumstances, thin edge of sarcasm, and my dad striking up conversations with random people. At one point in the evening, as my sister was furiously framing the perfect photograph, he began chatting with a couple at the table immediately next to us. The youngish fella at the table was handsome,...

Planting Vision...

For the past four weeks I have spent Weekends working long hours in the yard. After, as the wife says, neglecting the yard for several years, I am interested and excited in transforming dirt into something beautiful. While laboring away under the hot sun with the assistance of a few fine friends (kids aged 7 and 2), I have reflected on the fun torture that was working with my dad in the yard when I was young. In particular, I remember one event where my dad had created a raised bed in front of their house. My job was to create a “custom” edging around the...

Launch Floyd Family Reunion Website...

As President of this our Family Reunion this year, I have launched a reunion website. I have a few mashups (pictures, videos, blog, maps).  As I say on the site: All things web web now 2.0, which basically means that the web is at the next level of interconnectivity. Maps can be embedded in web pages; pictures can be shared; but most importantly people’s stories can be shared with one another like never before. As part of this plan, I made some postcards, check them out here. Share the...

Vindicating Samuel...

After nine months of accusations to my sweet nephew, a little house cleaning revealed the truth–my sloth and not his theft held my DS. Sorry Sam. Share the...

Lady Ashton of Floyd 1995-2007...

Ashton, old girl, we will miss you.  In Johnny’s best Scooby dumb voice, I can hear you say, “Jearmy, I am so glad to be out of the house where I can run through the parks and eat out of all of the trash cans.” Share the...

Doghouse Ponderings...

When the wife says, “let’s not get each other anything this year,” she does not mean it.  Doh! Happy Valentines Day. Share the...

Glenn?...

We may have another Glenn Reynolds in the making over at Floydville’s new bastard child, but more than likely this is just the typical Grogger protocal. He set it up today and has been posting in 15 minute intervals. You might still take a stroll over to floydville2, or is it just floydville–he’s going to have to do something about that. Share the...

Halloween...

Here they were before trampling through the neighborhood extorting the neighbors. How cute… Share the...

Would you like a ride…...

We took our daughter to Pellissippi State Community College for the annual hot air balloon ride. Good times were had by all–except the daughter. Share the...