I have not been able to get back to Porterville for some weeks. Today being Independence Day , I set out in search of the familiar picture of Dad sitting on the front stoop with Greg and holding a sparkler. I finally found it in my Photos archive and scanned it to the Gallery pages. …
Monthly Archives: November 2020
Fishing with Nick and other stories
Bruce’s guppies My first memory of fishing and perhaps the most vivid, was also a day spent with brother Nick. I’m not sure this is correct, but it is what arrives when I think of my youth. It comes to me in fits and bursts, but I see a picture of Nick and me on …