With Friends Like These….

Not realistic…even for millennials.

November 7, 2018 – This past Saturday (November 3) I learned a sad but valuable lesson on friendship. Like most people, I’ve always desired good – and even close – friendships with others. I’ve never been a “popular guy” (based on someone else’s definition of popular), but I typically make acquaintances easily, and – in most social settings – I tend to be a go along to get along type person. At the same time, however, I’m very independent-minded and I prefer solitude to crowds. This contradiction – easy-going and somewhat likable versus independent, loner – inevitably causes strain in my relationships with others.

I’m also a sort of shy and sensitive person who reacts – Vicki would say “over-reacts” – to verbal and physical cues. I typically think that others are immediately judging me – especially when I meet someone for the first time. So I tend to almost always have my guard up which makes others think that I’m stand-offish or snobby.

It’s also hard for me to brush things off. A slight or an innocent faux pas festers inside my head until I feel the need to lash out or “get back” at someone. It wears on me and Vicki. Hence, I wasn’t sure I wanted to finish this post once I started it. (I didn’t complete it until the end of December.) But I decided I needed to share a piece of myself.

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As we grow older, it seems our circle of friends gets smaller and smaller. That smaller circle is a normal result of life’s changes: death, divorce, moving away, and growing apart. All of these factors contribute to an ever shrinking circle. And, frankly, that’s sad.

For me, that circle has narrowed substantially in the last ten years. In fact, I may now be in the low single digits. Saturday’s episode (Nov. 3) certainly contributed to the loss of another friend. It was all over something stupid, but men, being men, have a hard time letting things go. Honestly, I’m not really sure why I let a stupid comment about pessimism get to me. But when someone says that you “suck” as a human – and you thought of this person as a friend – it’s real difficult to forgive.

Context note – Remember, if anyone has a reason to be pessimistic or negative about life, I think I have. Likewise, I’ve got a lot to be thankful for, too.

Initially, I was going to share other examples of friends who have essentially abandoned Vicki and me. But I now realize that we all have endured the pain of broken trust (and friendship). It’s all part of life and part of being a grown-up.

And, yes, it still hurts.

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Happy Anniversary, Vicki!

Oh, so young!

October 21, 2018 – Happy Anniversary to my beautiful wife, Vicki! She is my heart and soul. She is my best friend and partner in crime. She is everything to me, and – I hope – I’m everything to her. Without Vicki, there would be no melanoma journey. She is my strength and my resilience. I cannot begin to put into words the love I feel for her. In fact, I’d say words couldn’t describe our love. It just is.

So, twenty-nine years later, we celebrated our anniversary with a quick out-of-town trip to Florence, Alabama. (Which I documented on Facebook.) Then Sunday night – October 21st – we had a low-key day with a delicious dinner out that evening.

I’m fortunate not only to have a wonderful spouse but to be able to continue to celebrate anniversaries (along with birthdays and holidays) with her and our family.

I love you!

Note: This wedding picture is one of our favorites. It sits in the front entryway of our home. It was kind of an impromptu pic and turned out so well. I still can’t believe how young we both looked in our twenties.

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Another Word About Melanoma

October 1, 2018 – Today I completed an online course through the Melanoma Research Foundation (MRF) to become a Certified Melanoma Educator. Completion of this course allows me to counsel melanoma patients and educate the public about this deadly disease. The Melanoma Research Foundation is the organization that I raise money for each year in August for the Miles For Melanoma 5K here in Memphis. (See I Am Not Alone.)

The MRF is one of three (3) organizations that I am involved with – along with online support groups on Facebook. The other two organizations are: AIM at Melanoma and The Skin Cancer Foundation. While each group has a different mission, they all share the same ultimate goal – finding a cure for melanoma and all skin cancers.

As I reviewed the online material for my certification course, I came upon a piece of information that completely “hit home” in terms of my melanoma journey and the confusion my condition sometimes causes. Here’s a section from the MRF website:

It is important to note that regardless of where melanoma spreads, or metastasizes, it is still considered melanoma. For example, if melanoma spreads to the lung, it is not considered lung cancer. Instead, it should be referred to as metastatic melanoma or melanoma that has spread to the lung.

Just last month I ran into a former teaching colleague whom I had not seen in ten (10) years. When I said I have cancer, I swear I think her reaction was not simply disbelief but skepticism. It makes me think I should carry cards with my oncologist’s phone number and/or email address. Oh, well.

Thanks for listening, as always.

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Peace & Poffertjes

Finished product.

September 3, 2018 – We spent Labor Day weekend visiting Zach at his new apartment in Chamblee, Georgia, which is just to the north of Atlanta. You may recall that after graduation from Georgia Tech, Zach got an engineering job in Atlanta (see Adult Stuff). Even after the long drive from Memphis, the three of us (Emily came, too) had a great weekend hanging out with Zach and eating a lot of really good food. (I’ll eventually cover that in my travel blog.)

On Saturday, Zach took us to the Buford Highway Farmers Market located between Chamblee and Doraville. To say that this is not your typical farmers market would be an understatement. Think farmers market the size of a Costco that includes not only fresh produce and local favorites but international cuisine not carried in a Publix, a Kroger, or a Fresh Market. We were blown away by everything we saw and tasted. If you ever spend time in the Atlanta ‘burbs, make a point of going to this place – plan on spending an hour or two, as well. You won’t be disappointed. To get a great overview of the farmers market watch this Travel Channel clip featuring the late Anthony Bourdain.

The master chef turning the poffertjes.

Anyway, at the Buford Highway Farmers Market we found some of our favorite Indonesian and Dutch food products. You may also remember that Vicki is half Dutch and her mother grew up in Indonesia. We enjoy an occasional Dutch treat but have never found reliable sources for Dutch pancake mix (known in Holland as pannekoeken). A related Dutch batter treat is poffertjes. We scooped up a couple of boxes of mix for both pannekoek and poffertjes.

Schenkstroop.

On Monday morning we gathered at Zach’s apartment for an early lunch (or late brunch) of poffertjes and Dutch pancake syrup (or, schenkstroop). Zach even bought a special poffertjes pan (see picture). We all took turns helping to make the tiny, puffy treats.

And that’s when I felt at peace (think serenity). I watched our children working their way through the recipe to complete the first couple of batches of treats. I watched Vicki sifting powdered sugar onto the finished poffertjes. I watched my family being together once again. All four of us sharing an experience that may not be unique, but special enough that the memory will remain embedded long after the last poffertjes are finished.

I love times like today. It reminds me that there is still so much to live for and so many memories still to be made. I love my family. I’m thankful to be here to share these moments with them.

Thanks, as always, for listening.

Peace may actually be a delicious helping of poffertjes.

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Oh, Canada?

Periodically, I’ll create a new post about one of our previous trips that you can find under Pages (see Ancient Travels). Today’s post is on one of our many adventures in Canada. I originally wrote this piece for our local Memphis paper – The Commercial Appeal. At that time (2013), the paper accepted travel articles from its readers. Unfortunately, that fall the paper began its cutbacks and did away with reader articles.

Here’s a brief taste of our 2013 vacation in Canada:

A trip north of the border to Canada offers U.S. tourists a chance to enjoy Old World charms without leaving North America.  Last summer (July 2013), we took advantage of reasonable airfares and favorable exchange rates to enjoy three Canadian locales, each with its own unique history, feel, and charm.  While we felt as though we were in Europe, visiting Canada allowed us to be “continental” without all the challenges and constraints of flying across the Atlantic Ocean.

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Changing of the guard. Parliament Hill, Ottawa. July 4, 2013. Spending our Independence Day in Canada’s Capital City.