Category Archives: The Small Pictures

DAD WEPT… Call it one of my blind spots (of which I have a few)… but I am not a fan of Mother’s Day, Father’s Day or Valentine’s Day.  Maybe it’s just the Grumpy in me, but it’s the artificial … Continue reading →

It may have been the first Christmas season after I had put army active service in the rearview mirror.  This would be 1973.  I was still very new to the world of Chipp.  But I immediately took to the spirit … Continue reading →

Good weather has given me an opportunity to leave the gym’s treadmill behind and head outside for my stroll.  I have a 7 mile loop that I walk in Woodbury, and with trees in flower I pass by any number of … Continue reading →

So let’s just say that sometimes you see someone and you just can’t place where you have seen them before.  You scratch your head.  Perhaps you are seeing them out of context? You run thru possible connections…  maybe a parent … Continue reading →