Over the weekend, I wound up at Washington, D.C.’s Trapeze School with a group of friends. Before one of them headed up a ladder to attempt a somersault landing from the trapeze bar, she handed me her phone and asked me to take photos.…
I think the greatest accomplishment in my life is raising two beautiful daughters. Erin is twenty-eight, she just entered graduate school studying speech pathology. Her husband, Sam, is a Marine who was wounded in Iraq by an IED. He is under 24/7 care. Erin visits him as much as possible but wants to help Sam and other veterans who need help. I can’t even begin to describe how proud I am of how she has turned this tragedy into something very special. Allison is married and has blessed me and my wife with a beautiful grand-daughter who is now 2 1/2 years old. Our second grandchild, a boy, is due October of this year. Allison will be naming him, “Sam” after Erin’s husband. It’s really hard for me to write abound my girls because all I do is start tearing up.
I wanted to share the above link, because I hope that the way I raised my daughters and shared so much of their childhood helped to develop them into the loving and giving women they are today. Ok, I can’t write anymore…
“For human beings, the most daunting challenge is to become fully human. For to become fully human is to become fully divine.”
~ Fr. Thomas Keating
In honor of Woody Guthrie’s 100th birthday, his daughter invited Jay Farrar (Son Volt and Uncle Tupelo), Will Johnson (Centro-Matic), Anders Parker (Varnaline), and Jim James (My Morning Jacket) to find lyrics from among Guthrie’s archives that spoke to them and put the words to music.
You can feel loneliness and heartache in every note of the Jim James-led “Empty Bed Blues.” The song is kept simple — just voices and acoustic guitars — to emphasize Guthrie’s lyrics about “stumblin’ home” and “singin’ the wrong kind of song.”
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I’m a sayin’ and many times more
I’m a singin’ you the song, but I can’t sing enough
’Cause there’s not, many men that done the things that you’ve done