Browsing Archives for June 2009

Dear Readers,

I am getting ready to leave for a trip to a third world country this weekend.  I am not sure which third world country I will end up in, it could be Thailand, Cambodia, or Guatemala.  I could also end up in rudimentary urban squalor and the slim chance exists that I will land in a refugee camp.  I really don’t want to end up in the refugee camp.  I am not very suited for  a refugee camp.  I don’t really feel qualified to stay at a refugee camp.  I am very afraid that I will serve as a very poor example to the young teenagers in my group if I am forced to be a refugee. It would really be much better if I could go to a country that has ample running water, both hot and cold, and also WiFi.  

I hope to have an update later this evening as to my exact whereabouts and the type of hut that I am inhabiting. Strange as it may seem, I am actually looking forward to checking out the various types of shelters in my third world country more than anything else.  Must finish packing.


Beans and Rice,


Our town’s two 14-16 baseball teams played each other in a double header a few nights ago.




The Country Doctor is coaching my eldest son’s team this year and there’s always a lot at stake when you meet up with the other hometown team. The boys all know each other. They go to school together. They play football and basketball together. They are all serious about wanting to win, but there was also a lot of kidding around on the bases. Even when a baseman tagged a runner out or the pitcher struck out a batter, there was a clear sense of camaraderie amongst both teams, making the game even more fun to watch than usual.




The other team had a great pitcher and they shut us down hard in the first game.





But in the second game, the star pitcher had pitched all the innings he was allowed to pitch according to the rules so he could not take the mound.





Our team won the second game.



The teams met in the middle of the field for the usual post-game handshake.




But just as the two teams heading back to their own dug-outs, the other team’s coach called them all back to the field.










“Team!” they shouted together.


Sometimes living in a small town really is all it’s cracked up to be.

My French Wife

June 10th, 2009

A hundred million years ago, I used to be a song writer and I had many songwriter friends. I have lost touch with many of these friends, but there are a few I still hear from and get to visit with on rare and wonderful occasions. One of these friends is Forrest Whitlow. He wrote the song that goes with this video. I’m the girl singing back-up on this song. A truly beautiful song and an exquisite little film.

Artist and Filmmaker – Peter Max Lawrence.
Bride and Groom – Virginie Falquerho and Peter Max Lawrence
Song - And Now Here We Are by Forrest Whitlow from his album Patch of Blue