Thursday, December 15, 2016

Da Blues

“Nobody loves me but my Momma.  And she might be jivin’ too.”

Do you know da blues?  If not, that sole little line gives you just a taste of the blues. Let’s explore a few more such lyrics to broaden your view.

Thanks to my Dad, I’ve loved the blues from a very early age.  The driving beat of the drum, the deep thump of a bass, the moaning, wailing, cry of a lead guitar all backing a story of blues; a down and out, downer of a story that somehow still makes you feel good. Even if only because, as you listen and jive along, you realize every blues singer in the world must be sadder than you.

Now, “some folks say the blues ain't bad, must not have been these worried blues they had”

“If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all”

“You got to suffer if you want to sing the blues”
And “If you don’t dig the blues, you gotta a hole in your soul”

My business trip to the east coast this week was supposed to be quick - fly out

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

A Smoky Adventure

It started like so many other ideas. Two long-time friends enjoying a pub dinner halfway through their first beer, one friend says to the other, “Wanna backpack the entire Smoky Mountains National Park using the Appalachian Trail? It's only about 75 miles.” The other friend finished his beer, set down the mug, and simply said “I'm in.”



That is how my Great Smoky Mountain adventure of last month came to be. Jeff and I have

Wednesday, June 08, 2016

David Leonard Gudorf - Eulogy

David Leonard Gudorf 
July 28, 1935 - June 4, 2016
“Be Not Afraid. I go before you always.”

Simple yet powerful words of faith from our heavenly Father that underscore the spirit of David Leonard Gudorf; the Brother, Husband, Dad, Grandpa, Great-Grandpa and friend whom we celebrate today.

While we each mourn Dad’s passing in our own private way, we can all take comfort in knowing that Dad is finally at peace.

As the oldest of Dave and Marion’s 8 kids and 54 grand-kids and great-grand-kids, (what a crew!) let us celebrate Dad by remembering the heart of the man we dearly loved.


Dad was a salesman in the very best sense of the word. He had the gift of  gab for storytelling. However, he also went through phases where a single word said it all.