Thursday, May 31, 2018


Back at you
One might easily assume that central
Montana is next to nowhere. Getting
antiques, art, and vintage home items
from there to here isn't easy. But that
is what C+V HOME is ALL about.
This Friday morning a new truckload
arrives. ALL chosen in the hope...

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Wednesday, May 30, 2018


Routine violation
The other day I got a call from a long lost
professional colleague. It had been at least
two years since we chatted so we had a lot
of catching up to do. After discussing our
industry, the phenomena of "millennials",
and friends in common we segued to the
state of our union. Given we didn't know
where the other stood - we danced around
the forbidden subject - politics. Until finally
the braver of we two asked if I was a "Trump
supporter." Noting that if I was - it was OK.
To which I responded - "absolutely not." And
soon we kindred spirits were dishing the Don.
Purgatory Waltz
In times like these it seems that many of us have
no idea who to trust. Hence we all tend to dance
a tenuous limbo between our true feelings and
avoiding the inevitable. Within my personal orb
it's rare that I interact with someone who thinks
that some crook from Queens is going to make
America great again. However when it comes to
strangers or broader acquaintances, it's obvious
that no matter what side of the fence you're on,
you don't want to risk being on the wrong side.
Which means that most of us are beyond afraid
to tell the other our truth. And that's no lie. The
result being that we dance on the edge of reason.
Fair & Square
The idea that we freely participate in this odd
square dance of do-si-dos proves we're out of
sync with reality. Dancing with our enemies,
as we spin around the issues as we flirt with
yet never make a true commitment. In theory
such social behavior is considered polite. Yet
said sterile back and forth avoids insures that
we continue to get farther from the truth. And
that fact makes me inclined to sit this one out.
After all, how can I possibly be your partner
if I've no idea where you stand on the issues.
Especially those that possibly could endanger
freedom and justice for all. Something's off.
Out of step
Yesterday ABC canceled the recent and highly
successful relaunch of Roseanne. And it was all
because Roseanne Barr publicly tweeted her true
feelings. Which just happened to be highly racist.
Until then she had been able to tap dance around
the truth by appealing to our base instincts. Yet
while in theory such an approach enabled some
to gain control - most Americans - no matter red
or blue - democrat or republican - conservative
or liberal - find such prejudicial spewings to be
UN-AMERICAN. Which bodes the query - how
could such an obvious bigot dance their way into
our hearts and homes? Are we really that dumb?
Burlesque show
The problem is we don't know who to trust. Hence
I've no interest in dancing with those unwilling to
reveal who and what they are. Subterfuge is in my
opinion waste of my time. Back in the fall of 2016
there were virtually no Trump Pence signs out on
lawns of Lewistown. Yet sixty eight percent of my
friends and neighbors voted for the rogue. Hiding
your truth makes it a lie. So how many of you are
also bigots? Racists? Homophobes? If you're not
ashamed of the mess you caused - dance with the
one you came with. Don't be a tease. Strip bare all
of your hidden agendas for the world to see. Better
yet, do us all a big favor and sit the next one out.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018


Yesterday was a day to remember those who
have left us. However in my opinion those
we love never truly exit. Parental bonds last
long after one's mother or father is gone. On
almost a daily basis my folks come to mind.
We can argue whether that's just a memory
coming forward or their spirits still in action.
All I know is that whenever I think they're
gone from my life - suddenly I'm reminded
of just how important a force they were, are,
and will be forever. Now I don't know if you
believe in ghosts or not, but in my opinion
they're everywhere. Seriously... everywhere.
Long term residents
Just the idea of saying such a thing would drive
my dearly departed Mother nuts. However Ethel
was if nothing else a strong force. Hence tell me
why she wouldn't continue to hang around even
now? However when I talk of ghosts - I mean the
specters - spirits - and often strangers who haunt
us. Our hundred year old house has been home
to many during it's time as an apartment house,
convalescent home, and private residence. Most
of whom exited the premises post giving up their
last breath. However some stubborn souls still
remained. And who had absolutely no intention
of leaving. Whether we liked it or not.
Grave issues
One of our friends is a ghost whisperer. For
some reason she sees and hears dead people.
A phenomena that makes passing a cemetery
rather bothersome. You see, few if any of us
share said skill. Hence whenever they meet
someone who see them, they latch on. The
first time said expert walked into this house
she immediately zeroed in on a room in our
basement. Said space had always given us a
chill. Or to be honest, a very creepy feeling.
Quickly she reported that we had a lady in
residence named Arabella Smith. Who was
waiting for her son Frank. Remember that.
Face time
Long story short, our ghoul guru worked her
magic and quickly Arabella was escorted off
the premises. However during out departure -
she refused to leave via the back door. Her
claim being that she had wanted to go out of
the front door given she was never allowed
to do so while living here. Remember that...
Being if anything a skeptic, I immediately
hit the internet in search of the elusive Ms.
Smith. Initially I found nothing to connect
the dots or prove she existed. Next I turned
to to see what I could  find.
And there she was... staring me in the face.
Barely there
There was no way that our ghost buster could
have known about this lady. Yet when I asked
her to describe said specter, she described the
woman in a photograph down to a "t". In ways
that honestly were too specific to be covered by
broad conjecture. I won't go into the details but
over the next months I continued my research.
Ultimately proving that Arabella Smith may
have lived in Illinois but most definitely had
a local connection given she was listed as the
sister of a woman who lived just a few houses
away from ours. All of that said, I still could
not find concrete proof to connect the dots.
Then our first summer in the house we hosted
a family dinner. During which Frank's Uncle
announced that he'd attended a birthday party
in our house in 1937. When queried where on
where - he pointed downstairs to the apartment
that Arabella Smith once haunted as she waited
for her son Frank to return. We next asked our
Uncle who the birthday party was for. And yes,
you got it, he reported that "Billy Frank Smith"
was the honoree. Finally we asked him a funny
question - "What door did you enter through."
The answer being "Oh... the back. We weren't
allowed to use the front entrance."
Gentle reminders
Here's all I know. A woman who nobody
remembers. And whose paper trail barely
connects her to our home once lived here
with her son Frank. She hosted a birthday
party on the premises with limited access
through the rear portal. Most important,
a space in our house that was CREEPY
became a comfort zone post her departure.
So whether you believe in ghosts or not,
theres something to be said about residual
spiritual presences. Which hopefully means
that the dead are never truly gone. They're
simply waiting for us to remember them.

Monday, May 28, 2018


Today is Memorial Day.

A time to remember those who have left us.

One of Frank's family traditions is to place
fresh Lilacs on the graves of those we've loved and lost.

So today we pay homage to our dearly departed.
They will always live on in our hearts.
Therefore while gone
they are most definitely