God is not Anonymous

I have made it a point to re-read and follow-up with my posts each night.  If there is a comment, I will reply and if I feel the urge to post something new I will.  So here we go... I read my post about the 'new' world we live in (dated December 15th) and have decided that maybe a stronger stance is warranted.  I still feel as my friend Vince does with regard to the senseless murders of so many children and their protectors.  The way my heart sinks each time I remember the events of that day, will never go away.  Similar to ANY senseless act against children...the memories should act as a reminder.   I hear so many people talk about how the only reason this act of violence is different is because this time it involved so many little children.  Well I am here to tell you that maybe there is another reason or maybe what I am about to comment on is inferred?  Yes, they were children, but it was the light inside of them that was even more impo...

Today I received an email from the Bakersfield, CA visitors center.  The email was a reply to a request I submitted to them several days ago concerning a picture I found of my father and four of his friends.  Details are sketchy at best and the most credible information I have was from my mother and Uncle Peter.  The picture was taken in 1958 by someone and somewhere in Bakersfield.  I think, it was taken between the spring and fall of the same year and from what I am told, dad was there to "get away" and work construction with the housing boom going on at the time. I think the biggest issue I have with the picture is not the actual picture... I never knew my dad lived in Bakersfield.  That should not be a big deal, but it just makes me realize I was never too close with my father.  Sure I loved him as a son should but this just reminds me of the relationship maybe he and I should have had.   It wasn't until later in life I realized h...