Yesterday, the population of the Heart Hospital went down considerably. My father Gene was the only one of us on the charts, but when he checked out, so did all the relatives that had been living in those visitor chairs for the past nine days. Evening at his house was a strange party, with visiting… Continue reading We all came home
Circling the Floor
It’s been a week now since Mary Ann and I threw some clothes into the RV and headed to Amarillo. My father, Gene Melton had suffered a heart attack and weakened kidney function, and it was time for some serious hospital sitting. It’s strange how tasks that normally would be intolerably boring can be handled… Continue reading Circling the Floor
Lost Maples Deadline
It was a deadline to me. Mary Ann had scheduled a short trip to the Lost Maples State Park so that she could photograph fall colors in Texas. I had reached the waiting point in the latest novel “Roswell or Bust” where sample copies had gone out to my first readers and I won’t be… Continue reading Lost Maples Deadline