Fred First
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 no dry land on the horizon. But we may not be adrift much longer.To...
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...
FRED FIRST: To Age Well, Start Young
"There is no cure for the common birthday . . . " - John Glenn
I remember it clearly. I was 12 when I first...
FRED FIRST: Things Are Looking Up . . .
Where the Sidewalk Ends (November 29th post) began a topic that loomed like a new chapter just ahead of me (and you, the reader).But Covid...
FRED FIRST: Doodling Really Does Help Me Think!
I Want an Apology From All My Teachers . . .
…who confiscated my etchings, mazes and caricatures during class.Unfortunately, the latter were good enough...
FRED FIRST: The Glue of Community Does Not Age So Well
Living in place does not insure a lasting connection, as friends our age drop out of the picture. Will we experience new friendships close...
FRED FIRST: Where the Sidewalk Ends
Are There Future Fragments From Beyond the Pavement?I thought of this 150 yr old farmhouse and the land around it as my story for...
FRED FIRST: A New Look at Virginia’s Old Trees
Herein lies a serendipitous reprise of an article I stumbled across this morning—exactly three years from its publication on Sustain Floyd’s website (from which...