Fred First
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me was just my office. Now it is also my music room.I see this as...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of MountainsOn reaching the summit of the long incline up from...
Handing Off the Future: What Will We Leave Behind?
I lift two heavy buckets of green beans fresh from the garden up onto the kitchen sink. The knees of my old worn khakis are...
Small Gestures Carry Big Message
It was only after we moved from the big city of Birmingham to the small town of Wytheville in the mid 70s that I...
A Perfect Memory? I’d Probably Just Say No
Lately I’ve been thinking about memory--not because I have new concerns about forgetting to put on my pants or pick up the milk in...
Sustaining the Power of Language for Change
New words or phrases we hear clearly. They gain our attention, rising in the radar of common language and conversation. Again and again on...
The Trouble With Normal: “350” and the Future
After a light spring rain and the passing of not-too-distant thunder overnight, we packed up to head home from Mt. Rogers. Not three miles...
Ordinary Happiness: Not Available from Amazon or eBay
My wife nudged me on the plane coming into O'hare as she handed me the Wall Street Journal. "Read this" she said, knowing I'd...