An average of 150 WW2 vets die every day.

My friend, Fred, was one of them.

I stood alongside members of Fred’s family and friends to honor my friend for the last time. He was a neighbor, church companion, daredevil driver, an enthusiastic gardener, and a wonderful dad and husband.

He lived right up the street from me; he and his lovely wife, Ruth, drove by endless times each week. If they could see my car in the driveway, they’d invariably stop by to “visit,” as they say in the South. In Church, Ruth would often sit behind me, and Fred, in his self-appointed role of photographer-in-chief, would busy himself snapping photos of anyone who came into his view. They were loved and respected by everyone.

While Fred had so much to be proud of, he spoke most enthusiastically about an “Honor Flight” that he and other veterans were able to take to Washington, DC. The flight and all expenses are paid by a local merchant. The group flies round-trip to DC on a chartered plane and is met by volunteers who take them on extended guided tours of the military monuments and sites in Washington.

He simply could not stop talking about the trip and what it meant to the group, as well as to him personally. I happened to be at the airport here when one of the flights was boarding for a trip (not Fred’s). Before boarding, the veterans were like children on their first outing; they were so excited they couldn’t sit still. When the plane taxied out for take-off, two airport fire trucks came alongside, giving them a gigantic 2-barrel water cannon send-off. It was a beautiful sight; everyone around me cheered as loudly as possible for them.

Fred, I miss you; I am so proud to have been a part of your final ceremony.

You must see The Pieta in Rome.

In a city like Rome, art, history, and the Spiritual World are all intertwined. or most visitors to Rome, Ground Zero is St. Peter’s. This is a Church that soars and surprises. While the dome is legendary, in a quiet alcove, you’ll see Michelangelo’s most famous sculpture, carved from a block of Carrara marble, The Pieta.

This sculpture radiates an incredible sense of peace, even from behind the protective glass. After a horrible incident in 1977 where an individual damaged the Pieta with a hammer, it was encased in bulletproof glass. 

It wasn’t always protected like that, and when I first visited to see it, I could stand right next to it, feeling the smooth marble and touching the small marble band where Michelangelo had chiseled his own signature for all to see.  This is the only sculpture he signed. I took this photo during my last visit to Rome. While I couldn’t touch it again, I could certainly feel its power.

 

 

We heard the sound of honor.

Photos are essential to me.

For seafood in San Francisco, head to Swan Oyster Depot. Say hello to Steve.

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My family and I have been going to Swan since I was a little boy. Over time, I’ve visited many, many times, and each time I walk away thinking of my next visit. I live on the East Coast now; however, as soon as possible after arrival in San Francisco, I head for my first meal there, and even if there’s a front line (which there nearly always is), it’s worth it.

Now this is incredible.

Dolly, you said it!

Dolly, you are fantastic; you have described the perfect way to live your life. Long before her superstardom, a local Knoxville grocer named Cas Walker sponsored a radio show; at the age of 10, in 1956, Dolly began her remarkable career in singing and songwriting.

People everywhere suffer from economic, social, and medical issues, yet they, like you, find ways to help others. I’d like to be more like you, for sure. I live about 25 miles from where Dolly was born and raised; she is our local heroine. She’s a part of the fabric of Eastern Tennessee, having started her career on a local radio show and gone on to achieve global fame and recognition for doing the right thing.

She’ll surely never, ever rust out.

A vital business tool has disappeared.

How to feed 700,000 people at one event.

Say Hello to Orange Beach, Alabama.

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Before I moved to the South, I had no idea that the State of Alabama had terrific beaches. Although people often think of other destinations, I’ve come to love Orange Beach, Alabama. It’s a bit of a drive from where I live; however, we don’t need a Passport, a plane ticket, or anything else to get there.

Once there, you’ll discover wonderful beaches (I took this photo early one morning). The sand is like talcum powder, and while the surf isn’t pounding away at high tide, you won’t miss it. While the Gulf Coast offers many, many other beaches along the way, this, my friends, is my favorite place. Give it a try; perhaps it’ll become your favorite as well.