I structured my memories about my grandfather into life lessons. I presented these at the service back in March and wanted to share here as well. Memory #1: When I was young, there was no question that I left unspoken. I knew not everyone wanted to talk all the time. We were in the car and I noticed two sets of numbers on the speedometer. So, I asked. This started a conversation about the progress of the United States in science and technology. It also brought up the reason he moved to Florida. He was a drafter: someone who hand-draws…
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I was cleaning out my paper files after a recent move (more on that coming soon), and found the original notebook of my young 18-year-old mind in college. This artifact of my poetry is just a piece of paper, but isn’t that amazing? This is a poem called Observations. It appears first in my poetry book and it an early example of my creative work. What have you discovered from your past recently?