Category: Relationships

He had it in the bag

He had it in the bag

A true tale of romance, in time for Valentine's Day... I spent the bulk of my thirties working at the Holiday Inn Metrodome in Minneapolis. The 260-room hotel was a very nice, well-run property right off the edge of downtown, and along with the usual array of business travelers and sports fans, it's setting in … Continue reading He had it in the bag

Antipasto!

Antipasto!

Dinner with my Valentine; wine and Sinatra Fine haiku-be-do-be-do – Mark L. Lucker © 2018 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

He had it in the bag

He had it in the bag

A true tale of romance, in time for Valentine's Day... I spent the bulk of my thirties working at the Holiday Inn Metrodome in Minneapolis. The 260-room hotel was a very nice, well-run property right off the edge of downtown, and along with the usual array of business travelers and sports fans, it's setting in … Continue reading He had it in the bag

From Here to…There?

From Here to…There?

My wife, two sons, and I are headed to a couple of days at the beach, on the beautiful Gulf coast of Mississippi.  Bay St. Louis is a quaint little town with neat shops and cafes and soft, fine beach sand. Some well-earned R-and-R in the midst of a hectic summer. While we will be … Continue reading From Here to…There?

Shades of Black and White

It was late summer, 1979, and my friend Johnny was dying. Our star fullback in high school, heavyweight wrestling champ, all around BMOC, sat there before me, slumped, in a wheelchair in his parent’s Denver living room. His once chiseled, athletic frame was basically down to half of the 215 pounds he burst through opposing … Continue reading Shades of Black and White

“Meanwhile, back at the ranch…”

A recent Saturday evening found us out for dinner with a group of about twenty friends from church. It was a pleasant evening to sit in the courtyard of New Orleans’ Parkway Tavern enjoying the po boys, the conversation and fellowship. I was sitting next to Pastor Eric, and he and I were talking to … Continue reading “Meanwhile, back at the ranch…”

Aged to perfection

I felt like such a grown up Friday night. I’m fifty-two years old, but that’s how I felt spending time with an old friend talking into the wee hours of a July Saturday morning. My friend Mark lives in Lexington, Kentucky, and graciously opened his home to my wife, two sons and I for an … Continue reading Aged to perfection