Death is a Doorway

Death is a Doorway

I remember the first time that I experienced the loss of a loved one through death. It was the passing of my grandfather John Sabol on January 27, 1961. I was ten years old. He was a hard-working Czechoslovakian immigrant who was so proud to be an American citizen!...
Lonely

Lonely

Most people who know me now would never guess that, at one time, I was a relatively successful rock musician in the Philadelphia area. I sang and played guitar in three commercially successful bands from 1965-1975. The Midnight Hours, The Rainy Days, and, the one that...