A place to preserve the common threads of my memories, stories, and life experiences—so what matters is not forgotten.
Some threads remain, quietly woven through a life.

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The First Time at False River
The first time I went to False River in New Roads was in July 1982. It was a fishing trip off a pier. READ MORE by clicking on the photo …
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Working Eight to Five: All in a Day’s Work
While the company photographer headed to his wife’s office, adjacent to the billing office where I worked at Standard Fittings ….
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Where Silence Spoke
Some places stay quiet, even years later. There are places where the world feels different, even when you do not yet understand why.
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Old Connections, New Paths
Some connections feel like they belong to a different lifetime. Not because they mattered any less, but because life moved on the way it always does ….





