I’m sure some of our family must think we’re nuts for being in this organization. We’re not paid well, we’re asked to move around to support the mission, and we wear the uniform of The Salvation Army to bed, well okay, not to bed. My history begins in Gillingham England where my paternal grandfather met…
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On our way to…
These days of Corovid -19 are taking us places we’ve never been before, certainly not in my lifetime. Mom’s in “lockdown” inside the Meighen Residence, we’re working on our business continuity plan, Jason’s got the kids off school for three weeks and Philip is dealing directly with patients. These are unusual days. I watched Andy…
The age of privilege
William always seems to look old…well in most of the photos I see of him. Now, of course, there were no smart devices, no selfies, no modern cameras to get the kind of pictures we see today. But still, he does seem old. Maybe it’s the beard. One of the things that he did well…
Hybrid Thoughts 