“I sense an important cross road quickly approaching, and I know of what choices it consists… My decisions here will seemingly determine my course hereafter… When I pace my floor, and call His name, speaking to Him, I don’t feel as if I’m being heard. And even if I am I don’t feel like I’m[…]
I can’t select just one “favorite” photo of my Dad, but this one among them. (Copyright © 2007 by Wil C. Fry.) The thought floating in my brain this Father’s Day (my sixth as a father) is how different my fatherhood is from my Dad’s fatherhood. While my Dad’s primary role during my childhood was[…]
Front cover of original typed Pickle documents (Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry.) My siblings might remember me saying “Praise The Pickle” a few times, decades ago. Intense readers of these blogs with good memories will recall that I mentioned this in the past: • Praise The Pickle (11 years ago) • Vegging Out[…]
Fourteen years ago, today, was the horrific and senseless attack on the World Trade Center towers in New York City. Around 2,955 people died in the attacks (including the 19 hijackers and the passengers of the four planes). As of today, 6,855 U.S. soldiers have died in the two wars that directly resulted from 9/11.[…]
When it’s so hot and dry that even cactus dies (Copyright © 2011 by Wil C. Fry.) About a year ago, I wrote about an early mention of environmentalism in my journals, coupled with tongue-in-cheek bragging about my wooing skills. At the time, I believed that was the earliest mention of such thoughts in my[…]
Inspired in part by a recent Richard Barron entry, I hereby present the second of a two-part series (see the first part). These are photos of me that tell part of the story of my adult life. For most of these, I remember the event, location, and thoughts and emotions surrounding them. Oct. 2004, Seminole,[…]
Inspired in part by a recent Richard Barron entry, I hereby present the first of a two-part series (see the second part). These are photos of me that tell part of the story of my life. For many of them, the original memory is gone; all that remains is the memory of the photo. […]
Grayscale (Copyright © 2006 by Wil C. Fry.) I’ll admit I’m a sucker for coincidences: I love them. I enjoy when numbers match up, or I hear an unusual word for the first time in years and then hear it again in unrelated circumstances the same day. I’ll admit I saw it as “a sign”[…]
My Fall 1984 school portrait (“Summer of ’84” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as the title/chorus of Bryan Adams’ Summer of ’69, which was incidentally recorded in 1984, but I didn’t live through 1969.) What triggered my flashback: Returning from our neighborhood’s swimming pool with the kids. The smell of sunscreen and[…]
To my knowledge, this is the only photo of the 1974 Chevy Monte Carlo that I owned from late 1995 through late 1998 (Copyright © 1997 by Geraldean Fry.) (I didn’t record the following incidents in my journal — I wasn’t writing often in my journal in the late 1990s — so I’m depending on[…]
As far as I know, the first mention of environmental issues in my journal is from 1991. It was Monday, August 19, during a “Back To School Retreat” in Corpus Christi, Texas, with the youth group from my church. Not long after arriving at our hotel, a bunch of us went to the beach, but[…]
I recently described myself as “a jack of many trades and master of few”, and as always I question each word and phrase I write. What have I mastered? Was “master” the wrong word to use there? Did I master anything worthwhile?
For anyone who cares to read it, I’ve posted the entirety of a short “treatise” I wrote in 1996, called “Creation Or Evolution, Or: What Does It Matter?” Here’s a little context to help understand where I was as a person in July 1996.
I lived here from 1979 through 1984 (Copyright © 1983 by Wil C. Fry.) For many years, in my nomadic life, I looked back to one former residence as the happiest, funnest, and most idyllic: our house and property in Choctaw, Oklahoma. I was barely six years old when we moved there in January 1979[…]
Listening to AC-DC’s Who Made Who on my Sony MDR-ZX100 headphones — the nicest headphones I’ve ever owned — I contemplate how much I’ve changed since the last time I listened to this song — or You Shook Me All Night Long. Was it in a nightclub in Little Rock? Or with Big Joe in[…]
Album cover, used without permission (Disclaimer: I don’t receive any compensation for reviewing any items; I do this on my own free time. I also don’t receive “free samples” of products I review; I pay for them out of my own pocket.) Since first blogging about “Chris Taylor & Windows” three years ago, I’ve regained[…]
Tempted to rant that the 2013 “Sequester” is still ongoing without much fanfare, or that the Sequester isn’t as badly named as the nuclear option, or any number of other things rolling around in my head, I instead decided to do the whole “what I’m thankful for” bit. “It goes without saying” doesn’t apply here.[…]
All month long I’ve grown increasingly frustrated with the media feeding frenzy over the “Lest We Forget” type stories about the death of President John F. Kennedy — 50 years ago today. Certainly it was a striking moment in our nation’s history, and to anyone who remembers the day, I can’t imagine… But I wasn’t[…]
From my journal, Aug. 8, 1995: “When I got back… everyone was still awake. I was waiting for them to go to sleep, so I could leave, and then I remembered [her] face when she was pleading with me not to go. The look of love on her face held me. And it still haunts[…]
When I was a teenager, a self-styled “radical Christian”, waves of recorded Christian entertainment were pouring out of Tennessee — most of the recording companies — like Word Records, Sparrow, Reunion, and Myrrh — were based in Tennessee. That last one, Myrrh, was the one that launched the career of Christian comedian Mike Warnke.