Fireflies, Convertibles, and a Blimp

Each day I see another Midwestern icon that brings back memories of my childhood. This morning on my way to mom’s room, I saw a perfectly preserved, 1970s convertible with the top down – mom and dad in the front, two boys in the back. I swear they wore vintage garb. When the stoplight changed I…

Fireflies

Fireflies were a part of summer’s magic. Just as the sun set in the humid Midwest, fireflies came out; a blink of light near the garage, a blink across the yard, another blink next to the tree. Sometimes we caught the fireflies in glass bottles and watched their light display up close. Magic. A child’s…