Snowflakes were falling straight down onto my parking lot. I tried to compare the weight of their accumulation to that of all the stuff I had to move out of my apartment. With such foolishness I sat muttering to myself that I was doing a lot more than shovelling snow: I had to find another suitable place to live, find a mover who didn't mind carting all my packed store boxes, keep myself from reverting to a "pack rat", and finally doing the actual move.Continue Reading
Jim Kershaw knows all the old standards: It's a Long Way to Tipperary, White Cliffs of Dover, Auld Lang Syne and the Green, Green Grass of Home.
It's music that stirs up the memories of seniors living in the nursing homes where he plays two or three times a week, and it's a pastime Kershaw said he finds rewarding because of the pleasure it brings.Continue Reading