My Dear Grandson, I hope this letter finds you well. Just for kicks this morning, I tried to call your mother. I had to call collect ‘cause the nurses don’t let me keep none of my own money. Some of … Continue reading
I experienced my first quinceanera last week. I don’t even know if that’s how the word is spelled, and before this school year, I didn’t even know what it was. I asked my students in 8th grade Language Arts, all … Continue reading
Donald Sterling surely seems to be a mean man. I don’t particularly like mean men. From what I’ve read in the media, a few choice adjectives come to mind, such as hateful, bigoted, prejudiced, and, well, mean. I would add … Continue reading
“To lose one’s mind is a terrible thing, but it is at least a thing.” Junior Kane, a retired mail carrier, barbershop quartet member, Pee Wee football coach, and amateur coin collector, sat at his dining room table, running … Continue reading
Letter Number Four: My Dear Grandson, It is a beautiful day this morning. I hope that it is equally beautiful where you are, too. Now, I ain’t got no window in this here hospital, but I know it’s pretty out … Continue reading
He is risen! He is risen indeed!!
Thoughts from this weekend’s Masters, but first this… There was a boy years back who was a waste disposal prodigy. Not a liquid waste expert, more of a solid waste kind of guy. His parents first noticed their son’s gift … Continue reading