MrJumbo Gets a Blog

Mom and her three brothers, no different from any other little kids when a camer a comes out. My brother Franklin took this sequence. That’s...

These notes were in an unmarked manila folder at Mom’s house, with no further explanation, nor any sign of any further correspondence from t...

After Dick got out of university a few years after this trip, he more or less settled in at my grandfather’s manufacturing company, where he...

Nothing says Modern and Air Cooled like a picture of a Conestoga wagon in the desert with a cactus. Envelope postmarked Detroit, Michigan, ...

When Dick took his trip, his brother Doug would have been in high school too, and their sister, my mother, Mary Sarah, was 13. The baby of t...

It’s a hoot to read the story of Dick’s cross-country jaunt, because I took a similar ramble across the U.S., also in a high-school summer, ...

In the summer of 1945, my uncle Dick was in high school. The Germans had surrendered in Europe, but the war in the Pacific was still on. My...

It’s not the hills you capture; it’s the light.

The star I was following in the later part of the day. More of an asterisk, really.

I was up early enough to see Orion come home from the hunt and Helios get his chariot out of the garage, which meant I got to see the golden...