An aging ham ponders life
Writing this, even thinking this, is not easy. I promised myself to be honest not only with my friends, but with myself, but this has been difficult... to get started. I have discussed this with a few, and once I get started it's like a rocket in space. It keeps going under its own inertia.... Continue Reading →
I had been staying with my grandmother in Mousehole, just outside of Penzance. A small fishing village, but the Penzance city centre was a short walk away, and I went there often. Life was good. I was seeing a lot of the Cornish landscape, and getting familiar with the lifestyle. I was invited to stay... Continue Reading →
Reflection of a Ham 