Back on American Soil

Monday morning, Rob's plane touched down in Bangor, Maine. Almost immediately, he was able to call his wife, thanks to the generosity of a total stranger who offered him the use of a cell phone. That is true support of the military.

Almost Home

Within the next few days, my son will be home. He is a National Guard soldier who has spent the last year stationed in Kuwait. He has missed the first words and first steps of his son, a year of hugs and kisses from his wife, and the pleasure of sitting on his own front porch. I am very proud of his service and his sacrifice. I remember his first words and first steps because I was fortunate enough to be home to hear and see them. I just hope he will be able to stay with his family from now on. Someone once said that the draft should be limited to men over 50, so that those people who declare war should be the ones who have to fight them. Until that happens, the young men will go to war and some of them will not come back. Fortunately, this time, mine will. Welcome home, Rob.

First Posting

With the rest of my family blogging, it seems that I would be stuck in the previous century if I did not jump onto the bandwagon. So, in the interest of keeping up with the rest of the Wooldridges, I am starting my own blog. At this point, I am not sure which direction this endeavor will take or what the subject matter will be or how often I will post. All I know is that I am starting down this road and I will see where it takes me. No promises. Come along for the ride if you would like.