Independence
The boy stood on second base waiting for the next batter to get to the plate. He looked towards the outfield and saw a...
Memories
Barbara dragged me to a high school musical a few weeks ago. I’m glad she did.
She wanted to go because the play involved students...
For the Love of Wood
We bought a table and two chairs a few months ago. They’re counter-height and sit in a bay window where we can catch the...
Water Wars
Sometime in the fall of 1944, a drunken driver dove his car into the basement of the unfinished house where we would one day...
Blood and Rumors
I give blood when I can. I’m not going to set any records for donations, but the drops and pints are adding up, and...
Love on the Line
Lineworkers don’t work alone on your electric co-op’s power lines. Whether they are climbing 45-foot poles, restoring power, or clearing tree limbs to prevent...
Tortured Text
I recently wrote a note in a card. It was a simple note in a simple card for my wife Barbara’s birthday. The card...
Promises, Promises
The wind blows often on our country acre just outside Mason. It gathers speed over the open field to our west and rises over...
New Things
I just learned, from my son Jon, while we were camping in Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore after Labor Day, that I’ve been peeling bananas...
Reunion & Loss
This is a tough column to write. It was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be about my high school reunion in...