I’ve had an ongoing war with storage for the last decade. Though the battle isn’t over yet, I feel like I have the upper hand. I actually never thought that I would ever even have storage. I was completely against it and felt it was a waste of money. But circumstances be what they may, I got sucked into the vortex. I actually don’t want to total up all the money I’ve spent to have my belongings stored in a 5×10 unit that is kept safe by a simple padlock. I’d likely have a heart attack! Continue reading
Keepsakes
Lost and Found with St. Anto
I haven’t talked about my Grandpa O’Neill in a while. I figured I’d tell you a little story. Today is the feast of St. Anthony, but not the one in my story. Hey Anthony is a common name even for saints. But it has to do with sentimental keepsakes gone missing and relics. Can you see where this is going? Continue reading