What Flying Taught Me about Attitude

Years ago, I purchased a Stearman biplane and flew it from Laconia, New Hampshire to St. Louis, Missouri. The Stearman is a WWII primary trainer, designated as PT17, affectionately known as the “Yellow Peril.” For me, the Stearman is a time machine transporting me to…

Grief

Grief, I never knew   How broken felt   How final loss appears   How empty can weigh so much   How sadness shrouds and shadows. Grief, you are an intruder   An uninvited visitor   An unwelcome disruption to living   An unrelenting predator seeking its prey   An opportunist apprehending the…

The Best, The Noble, The Selfless

Stepping, strutting, a soldier’s strideChin up, chest out, dress rightLeft foot beating the rhythm of our gait—Swaggering oaks, we boys wrapped in the raiment of manhoodMarching into history with bodies molded for this moment. We crowed the cadence call in one voice,Our hearing, all it…