I rebooted my website to give me an opportunity to write again. When I first started the “blogging” thing it was more, or less, a journal of the things I thought about while driving back and forth from work. There wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t have a memory floating around that inspired some wisdom from many of the people that I have had the chance to know in my lifetime.
Born across the street, in the local hospital, from my home in Aurora, Illinois I was a precocious child. From my first words my mother saw this spark of a child that loved to be on stage and performing. The stage didn’t matter: the living room, the sanctuary of the church I attended or the classrooms I occupied as a student. I only remember those stories because of pictures in the family archives of a 4 year old me at New England Congregational Church’s Preschool riding a hobby horse as only I could. Rearing the horse back just like the “Lone Ranger” at the exact moment of the climax of the William Tell Overture.
My early years revolved around anything that had to do with four things — well that’s really not 100% accurate, but it’s a good place to start. Those things are school, church, music and sports.
To be continued…