Have a happy Thanksgiving.

I am thankful for:

My beautiful wife Melanie. She's the one on the right.



The twins. What more can be said?



My lil' miss, the precisious Cozette (Cozy)



Truitt, my hero.



Kaelan, the ellusive, finally captured in his only vulnerable moment.



I am also thankful for the new friends and colleagues I have met in our class. Thank you for putting up with me.

Go forth, eat turkey, shoot deer, watch football, eat more, drink more, be forgiving. A great man named Barney Fife once said "Now is the time for good men to come forth and help your neighbor." so what are we waiting for?

Mother

My mother was adopted in the late 1940s by a wealthy oil couple in Tulsa Oklahoma; a trend common to the times to adopt young girls and raise them as a social status symbol. According to my mother she was abused both mentally and physically leading to her estrangement from the family when she was eighteen. She eloped with a man whom attempted to kill her on their wedding night.

To be continued...

A Blog by any other name...

I was born in Springfield  Missouri. My first real memory (real meaning not evoked by old photos) of

 childhoood is sitting on a blue paisley couch, a t.v. tray, eating spaghetti, and watching "Star Trek". My mom

 and I lived in a mobile home somwhere west of town; we lived on a corner and there was quite a distance

 between us and our nearest neighbor, I don't know why but that feels important. Every so often there would

be a horse named Smokey that would visit, I was always told it was my horse, I know now that it was a lie. I

think I was five because I remember a step-father, step-brother, and mom dropping us off at kindergarten

 together. They do not take up much space in my memory; I guess they were not around long. So that is the

beginning as only I can remember it, it all started with my mom.

MOTHER

to be continued...