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While the following is my personal musing, I suspect it could have been written by many who have lost their parents. I quietly and privately cried today. They were neither tears of physical pain nor tears of joy. Rather they were tears of sorrow, tears of loss and for what will never be again. The tears came as I reread my musing about my Mom and also recalled my musing about my Dad. They...

Exactly where this idea began I’m not sure but I imagine my father was the originator. What intrigues me is how he convinced my practical, level-headed mother to go along with it. Amazing. In truth, it probably wasn’t as bad an idea as it turned out to be. Everyone involved was well-intentioned. The problem was, no one had any experience in such an enterprise, certainly not my...

Taking a moment to digress from my typical musings, I wrote the following—less for others, though they may enjoy it, as I did for my own sake and for my son. Family is important. Although never a coal miner, I was born and raised in the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton area, the heart of hard coal mining, and I lived there until I was eleven years old. The following seven years were spent in West...