They call him Moose
As you get older, losing friends and relatives becomes more frequent. It is just a fact of life, and death…
People
The soul of photojournalist
When something profound, original, and this intangible feeling find their way into my life, I sometimes write about. It also…
Heroin, from a paramedic’s perspective
This month I once again returned to urban EMS in Rochester. On my first shift it was business as usual…
The power of friends
Once upon a time that seems like a lifetime ago, in a land we call Chili, I played normal games…
I was just doing what I do.
A couple of weeks ago I was at my hangout, The Leaf and Bean Coffee Company working on a blog…