Jim was the kind of person who was always dealing with an ailment of some sort. If it wasn’t his knees or his back it was allergies or sinus infections. His gastrointestinal […]

I’ve spent five hours writing about the last four years of my father’s life, and not a word of what I’ve written is usable. Some of those paragraphs (all of which are […]

  Carl Sandburg was a dirty liar. It’s not fog but rather death that comes on little cat feet. At least for most of us that inevitable end creeps toward us so […]

I told you earlier that Alabama was the last port of call for cruise ship lovers Jim and Bonnie Stafford. While that is true in terms of home ownership it’s not an […]

What do you do when your whole world changes?  Jim Stafford and his wife, Bonnie, raised children for 22 years, but now in their early forties the couple found themselves alone for […]

“They call those mountains? Those barely count as hills. Can you imagine what these hillbillies would think if they saw the Rockies? Now those are mountains.” Jim was at the wheel of […]

And so the Staffords landed on a foreign planet sometime in the middle of 1974. The aliens spoke a strange variation of English wherein “mom” was replaced with “ma” and the -ar […]

  When the 1960s came to a close, Jim Stafford was a 25 year-old father of three paying the mortgage on a small V.A. repo in a lower middle class Denver neighborhood. […]

  Say “Colorado” and people envision snow capped peaks and lush mountain meadows teeming with wildlife. That’s a pretty fair picture of the Colorado where Jim was raised and eventually married, but […]