Another Year Goes By

It used to be a really big number, 95. Not anymore. And he was so healthy up until a few months before he was gone. It was cancer that took his life, not old age. I still think at 91, he was too young. Maybe that’s because now when I look in my own rearview mirror, there are a lot of years behind me, and I am closer to 95 than zero. So are so many of the people I love.

Lesson #4 – We are all individuals…

I woke up this morning thinking about this lesson again and I thought it was worth sharing, again. It’s from my book, Lessons from My Father Available on Amazon and wherever you buy books these days. #4 We are all individuals, each one of us. We are God’s unique creation. You can never be what … Continue reading Lesson #4 – We are all individuals…

Thirteen years later – Why are we hosting a jazz festival in North Bend, Washington?

In 2011, I started the North Bend Jazz Walk, followed by the North Bend Blues Walk six months later. These annual events raise funds for Jazz Clubs NW, a nonprofit organization supporting live jazz performances and education. Initially, the goal was to generate awareness for the nonprofit and our jazz club - Boxleys. However, as more local businesses got involved, we realized the festival had much broader benefits beyond fundraising. Now when you buy a ticket for the North Bend Jazz Walk, you are supporting programming for students all year long, plus so much more...

Lesson #14- Life is a gift. Walk more, Chop wood, Don’t give up. Fight for the life you have been given.

When my dad was 21, he was in a tragic accident that burned nearly all of his upper body. His face and his hands were forever scarred as a result. He spent more than a year in the hospital, in numerous reconstructive surgeries. This was in 1951.