by Bill Roushey | Dec 24, 2019 | Christmas stories, Holiday, Uncategorized
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four calling birds. An old English version of the song refers to them as “colly” birds. Colly, refers to something covered with coal dust, something completely black. After taking a quick tour of...
by Bill Roushey | Oct 17, 2015 | A word, Model Railroad
My thoughts recently have centered on the word “train.” This usually happens when fall transitions from picturesque to grotesque and I have to retreat indoors. Each year about mid November a desire resurfaces to head for the basement to resume work on my model train...