Perceptions and Passages of a Lifelong Participant by Stephen G. Harding
Remembering on Veteran's Day This last Sunday, I watched on the CBS Sunday Morning show, Leslie Stahl interview David Nasaw. The subject, his latest book, "The Wounded Generation: Coming Home After World War II. When he talked about his own father, he could have very well been talking about mine. For me, it was an... Continue Reading →
America's Cup 1988. The year Dennis Connor broke convention and sailed his multi-hull catamaran in the finals against Sr. Michael Fay's KZ-1. Although I had been a long-time fan of the event, this one was of personal interest. Through a business relationship, I knew Dennis. Our corporation, the City of San Diego Southeast Economic Development... Continue Reading →
Leave it better than you found it. Leave it on your own terms. Leave it with your integrity intact. I’m retired. Or am I repurposed? Maybe just redirected. Since I’m 76 and more worn than not, I may even be just a retread: “A person retrained for new work or a superficially altered version of... Continue Reading →
Will Rogers State Park Cousin Kimberly called today. She was checking in from Nashville, concerned about the fires and our well-being. She's always been good about this sort of thing. "How are you?" "Are you safe?" "Yes Kim, we are some 60 miles east of harms way." But, even before I finished those words my... Continue Reading →
Just about five years ago, I wrote this ditty. In retrospect, I wouldn't change much but I've now added 60 more months to the odometer, 60 more months of ups, 60 more months of intermittent downs, 60 more months of retrospection. Let's just say I've expanded my inquiry. As in the minds of those with... Continue Reading →
What Needs to be Remembered Copping a line from Charlie: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” The 60’s were coming of age. Seventy percent of today's America missed it. They had not been born. Usually caught rolling their eyes, they heard about it, read about it, and they made it pretty... Continue Reading →
A Memoir of Sorts Starting with 1967 "Five Years Before and Five Years After Part 1," it's now nothing more than three chapters. Some of you have seen earlier drafts on my old blog. Regardless, these are still works in progress with more to come. Starting with 1967, I intend to revisit specific dates in... Continue Reading →
1967 the year of change, McNamara Reversal on War Come September '64, last year's seniors were nowhere to be found. The standouts, the BMOC’s, the multi-sport four-year varsity lettermen, were gone. So was their cheerleading entourage. Most had beat it out of town three months earlier. Some stayed and even got married. In that year... Continue Reading →
The Before Years Part I Some say '63, '64, or even '65. Others think '68. For me, it was '67, the forced transition from adolescence to adulthood. Commencement was over and we had said our goodbyes. Yearbooks sported both the sincere and the trite, those embarrassing scribbles scanned but not read. Back home, we searched the... Continue Reading →