Sorry for the delay in getting this post up. Some technical issues had my site down for awhile, but hopefully everything’s fixed now.

Anyway, the day went off without a hitch yesterday. Very quiet, no birds attacking, sunny and warm. Yesterday was the sort of day you only get around here maybe five times a year. Writing went well with five pages done. Preorders on The Hidden Tower passed 100. Thanks again for your support.

Since this is looking like a short, boring post, I thought’s share a story with you. This is one my grandfather used to tell me. He would have been 100 in August this year and I thought over the spring and summer I would share the stories he used to tell me as a way to sort of remember him.

Here goes. He was teenager during the great depression. I asked him once when we were studying that time period what it was like. He smiled and said they were so poor, no one noticed the difference from before, during, and after. He lived on a small farm in a small town, they grew their own food, raised animals for meat, and generally did what they had to in order to survive.

When he was a teenager he started working at a nearby orchard of $0.25 an hour. He was delighted to get it since he had to work at home for free. Whenever I think I’ve had a hard day I remember he worked two hours every morning on the farm, eight hours at the orchard, then another two hours in the evening at home, every day during harvest season. When winter was close, they worked ten hours at the orchard so the apples didn’t freeze. He said this with a smile, like an extra two hours picking apples was a gift. At the time maybe it was.

With all the economic craziness right now I wanted to share that story to remind everyone that bad things have happened before and people survived. We’ll survive this and come through stronger, just like my grandfather did during the depression.

Talk to you tomorrow