Author Archives: 34orion

Going to a medical facility these days is nerve racking. However, I have been a patient of this group of Dr’s since before I can remember and this particular campus was less than a quarter mile from my childhood home. … Continue reading →

Four weeks ago, I returned to my home in the United States. It was not an easy decision to return, the hardest part leaving my wife behind. This goes beyond the fact that she is charming company and often laughs … Continue reading →

  That night, while Zach and his parents were eating dinner, he sprung his idea on them. “Mom and Dad, Pops and I were talking about summer today and I told him about how I didn’t want it to end … Continue reading →

One day late that summer, Zach came home to a surprise. Instead of Mrs. D in the kitchen making him lunch it was his Mom. He ran over to her and gave her a hug. “Mom what are you doing … Continue reading →

  Sometimes he and Byron would walk to town. It was not  far away and for that matter it was not very big either but Zach like going there just to see what was going on. He would climb onto … Continue reading →

Zach’s bedroom was awake with sunlight. It always was first thing in the morning. His parents,  who liked to sleep late when they could,  had decided that their only child should have the bedroom that faced east. In fairness, they … Continue reading →

  It is Sunday June 17, 2001, Father’s Day, and I am standing with my father and a group of people on the pebbled beach of Skilak Lake, Alaska.  The weather is cool with a silky breeze, sunny skies with … Continue reading →

  It is mid-morning, with a gentle sun streaming through the trees of the street are walking long.  The temperature was perfect where you feel neither hot or a cold. The breeze was so gentle it, but it brought with … Continue reading →

    The row boat was a brilliant white, with teak wood gunwales, and shining brass holders for the oars. The man rowing the boat had a medium brown complexion, short coarse black hair, a broad smiling face, and was … Continue reading →

    The next transition was gentler if not more dramatic than the last. We are  in a scrub desert. Yellow grasses, stunted trees, and plants that were low to the ground extended to the horizon in a sea of … Continue reading →