Dead in the Head

My last assignment before retiring from the Navy was as senior chaplain to the Nuke School, where highly intelligent Sailors train to become Nuclear Operators. Although my earlier assignments afforded me variety-of-mission and once-in-a-lifetime experiences, this one made me “Mayor of Sad Pandaville” and gave me the opportunity to spend each day locked in aContinue reading “Dead in the Head”

Posing for my Statue

Metairie Cemetery looks like a miniature McMansionville. Every street is lined with houses for the dead, many far nicer than those often occupied by the living. Most are constructed of marble with carved accents and accompanying statuary. A few have elaborate stained-glass windows, which I find puzzling, since stained- glass can only be appreciated fromContinue reading “Posing for my Statue”

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To Adult or Not to Adult: That Shouldn’t Be A Question

Back in the Dark Ages (when I was growing up) the word “adult” was a noun. It described a person who had transitioned from a dependent status, in which someone else was ultimately responsible for them, to that of an independent entity, responsible for themselves. An adult was something you became–no going back.   LatelyContinue reading “To Adult or Not to Adult: That Shouldn’t Be A Question”

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