Mine. You can look, but remember who it belongs to . . . Mountains. Beautiful. Majestic. Snow-capped. Towering. Noticeable. I love ...

Add a dashboard, seat, steering wheel, and dust and this is our  steed! Marty had a dune buggy. Actually, it had once been a car. Bu...

Ahh, Holidays. some are good. Some are . . . Everyone has one. At least once. The trip from hell . . . umm . . . the terrible t...

Dad. He of the wondrous voice. My Dad loves to sing. Fortunately, for the rest of us, he has a very nice voice. And great rhythm. It...

My Victim I had my driver's license. I was queen of the world! I have to admit, here, that most ranch and farm kids were driving fr...

Anita, Jerry, Me, Chris, Mom, Blair (in front of Mom), Graham (a visitor) and George My sister, Chris had turned 16. And gotten her driv...