Bill Leedy

One of Life’s Most Magical Moments.

As I sit down to begin writing this, it’s 4:45 in the morning and my shift began only about 20 minutes ago. It’s been 11 days and we’re still experimenting with best sleep practices as I suspect we’ll be doing... Continue Reading →

A Day or Two in the Mountains of Virginia

Today’s story takes place once upon a June, in a Virginia far, far away. Now, I know what you’re thinking, and no, I’m not talking about the big city of Richmond, or the sandy beaches along the Atlantic Ocean.  I’m... Continue Reading →

What to do in Boston – Part 3

We pick up the riveting story of my trip to Boston on day 2: the final few hours. Since I was likely to be the only person to be excited by it, we decided not to go to the Museum... Continue Reading →

The 2010 Chevrolet Express Van

Recently my grandmother decided to move from the house she's lived in since 1964 into a fancy new senior living facility. Because of the drastic size difference in living space, some furniture items became available. Sadly, while the Mazda3 does... Continue Reading →

What To Do In Boston – Part 2

In celebration of our fifth anniversary, my wife and I found ourselves on our way to Boston for New Year’s Eve. After spending a couple hours with our caw pawked in Hawvawd yawd, we made our way a few more... Continue Reading →

What To Do In Boston – Part 1

So what do you do when your anniversary falls on a holiday? You celebrate both at once!  What do you do when it happens to also be your fifth anniversary?  You celebrate them in style! It’s for this reason that... Continue Reading →

Review – The 2016 Ford Focus

It was late in September when a deer came out of the woods and attempted to occupy the same moment in space and time as my Mazda3.  My physics professor once told us that this was an impossibility, so, as... Continue Reading →

A Little Water Never Hurt Anybody!

This one time at band camp...or at least this one time in June, my wife and I took a road trip.  The purpose of this trip was to spend a few days in Indiana where my father spent the first... Continue Reading →

Watkins Glen State Park

It was the summer of ‘69 and I’d just bought an inexpensive six string guitar.  I played it so much that I’d broken the skin on my fingers. Those were good days.  The best days, actually. Wait, that’s not right.... Continue Reading →

Blog at

Up ↑