Fred First
FRED FIRST: And the Memories Live On: Super-agers
Their brains age more slowly than normal-agersNot a day passes that I don't remember my mother, but especially this time of year. The end of May two years ago...
FRED FIRST: To The End of The End of The Book
The uncertainty and never-ending unknowing may soon end. For the past year, there has been...
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in a world I do not know. But I can...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of MountainsOn reaching the summit of the long incline up from Carolina on I-77 this week, I made the decision...
Within Our Grasp – Learning To Live With What We Have
We are coming to the end of many familiar and comfortable ways of life in the next few months, and the beginnings of the...
FRED FIRST: Country Mouse, City Life / Growing New Roots without Transplant Shock
As soon as we made the decision in November to move to Columbia, calculating the distance from our new digs to the Columbia Mall...
FRED FIRST: Landing on One’s Feet
. . . and To be a Placed Person When You Get ThereIn Floyd County—or any county in Southwest Virginia—there will be one or...
Leaving Home to Find It … Where Does This Road Go?
“When we are young, we live where we’re born. For some of us, the place of our birth is a perfect fit and we...