Just another poem I wrote after I went on a visit to one of the world’s finest Universities.

This is a poem I wrote about spending time and playing with your Dad no matter how old we are because it doesn’t matter how Dads act; it matters how we remember Dads acted.

Is Youth ,so special? Not for me cause mine was funny.

About one of my trips to Jonesville, Indiana and some wonderful people.

I have had several trips, but regrettably failed to capture them in pictures.

Chapter three in Can’t wait to go home.

Where I’ve been on the coaches.

Do you remember the days were you could go out for a nice meal with a chance to have a stress free time.

A more than two-hour drive with a woman in the back of an ambulance.

Games my family played on the road.