My wife Star Witch

My wife has kept me grounded for thirty-five years.  We still hold hands at night in bed as we fall asleep. 

She is Wicca or Pagan and celebrates the seasons.  Her favorite season of the year is Halloween. 

She has a broom that was made by an artisan in Appalachia Tennessee; it has a handle of sassafras and she always decorates it to the season.

 We have two cats, but the young (Kliban) Coon cat is definitely her familiar.

I was a hard case, on the highway to hell when she agreed to come with me – and I have never understood why. 

We have lived in a remote farmhouse with no plumbing, water or electricity while we attended college; we have traveled to Alaska twice, for a total of eleven years teaching school in the remote Indian and Eskimo villages; 

we have shared multiple-lifetimes of adventures during our time together; and I can truly say that the thirty-five years I have been with her is the only quality time of my 70++ years.

And if there were eternity

I’d love her there again

the Ol’Buzzard