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A half century later I’m the one searching for those piles of rocks along Auburn Folsom Road. The man who led us there died 15 years ago, and I begin my quest for river rocks thinking of him. But as … Continue reading →

How many times did he load us into the car, my mother, my sister and me, head south down Auburn Folsom Road by the huge mounds of tailings left over from gold mining days? There, we’d pile out, he’d open … Continue reading →

Some years ago Dick pulled off a nifty surprise for my birthday. In July 2012 we took a driving trip down Highway 395, along the back side of the Sierra Nevada range, overnighting in Lone Pine, which is the perfect … Continue reading →

This guy is #1! Six months ago today he had a triple bypass, resulting in a refurbished, snappy heart 💜. Nine days before that, he was felled by a cardiac arrest in the Honolulu airport and was revived—after excellent CPR and … Continue reading →

We were pleased to see a Google doodle tribute today to Dr. René Favaloro, highly regarded for his pioneering work on coronary artery bypass surgery using the great saphenous vein… one of the large veins in the leg. He was … Continue reading →

This time I go first, hand my boarding pass to the young man at the gate, who scans it—beep!— & says, “Have a good flight.” I turn to watch you— in photo vest identical to the one cut off you … Continue reading →

I am pleased to say that a story I wrote about Dick’s heart adventure has been published in the June issue of Sacramento Magazine. You can read “Departures and Arrivals” here. It’s an odd enough sensation to be sitting in a … Continue reading →

I’m pleased that this poem I wrote about Dick has found a home in an online literary journal I’ve long admired—but you have to be 60 or older to submit. I am, and I did. And they accepted it! Click … Continue reading →

Dear Dad, our father, Roger, who art in heaven: The little girls in this photo couldn’t understand why you moved them far from a town called Orange to a lake called Folsom, pulling them away from sidewalks begging for roller … Continue reading →