This pic was taken way back in 1986 or '87 I think. I was gooood anchoring this 8 but had a short lived career due to a knee I had already blown out in high school. I then focused on getting my engineering degree and moving on. We even got to compete on the Schuykill River in Philly.
Hello my friend This morn we meet My rest is now Done and replete With dreams and hopes With fears and dread This day brings life So real instead The sun is out The birds they sing Night's chill and d
No, I don't mean pocket change or coinage if you will. I am talking about a change of habits. Why do I ask the question? Because I find myself quite happy and content but must ask myself how I got her
Preface note: This is a short poetic plea not for an agonizing physical death on a cross but rather the death of the selfish and destructive part of the ego that keeps us from our missions in life to
