This poem was written early this morning by my nine-year-old grandson Henry as a birthday gift for his father. Such…
I am not trying to be cute and play with words. That title is meant to convey what it says,…
I never met the great basketball player, Bob Cousy, the man known as “the Houdini of the Hardwood,” yet he…
The trap was set at least twenty-five years ago and the mice jumped at the smell of the cheese. I…
Since death is one idea that has no history except as an idea and not a reality any of us…
“And all the news just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream we’ve both seen” – John Prine, Hello in There…
As any risk-taking pioneer knows, it is lonely taking the lead and suffering the derisive scorn of one’s compatriots. I…
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