As summer officially draws to a close the back-to-school photos begin to flow across social media.  Digital images create a perfect storm of cuteness, lunch boxes, backpacks and bright new shoes. 

A traffic cone, an orange plastic totem of man’s desire for a more controlled world stands in mute witness to the parking follies of mankind. It bears the scars of wheels and weather.   

There was a time when a television journalist was viewed by many in the country as a hero. 

Fatherhood is like making jambalaya—it needs quality ingredients, patience, love, timing and a high-quality roux. Hot sauce should be used just enough to enhance the final product.

The English poet John Maxwell Edmonds is credited with the authorship of this famous inscription that nobly defines the lost dreams of any fallen warrior:

Have you ever had a week so annoyingly bad that you would like to check out of humanity for a few hours and drink with animals?  

It was somewhere south of Virginia when the memories kicked in and nautical twilight crept in like a night light at the end of a dark hallway. It was the time of morning when the road is populated by sleepy truckers, travelers and blue-collar types heading in to work.  

Life’s greatest victories often arise from our greatest tests.

There is something about the motions of fly fishing that calm and heal the mind.  I have experienced this power in various degrees in my life---it can erase the stress of a thousand workdays, the loss of a family member or the stress of deadlines.