Okay, confession time: I am a professional manipulator.This is probably something to be embarrassed about, even ashamed of, rather than lay claim...
That was a heck of a storm the other day. Lot of snow to shovel. Meant leaving a day later for the trip to Florida. Meant re-arranging hotel stays...
The event happened many years ago during a brasher time in my life but is remembered with a bit of pride. A call came into my Lacrosse, Wis...
‘Year Zero” is a term that has origins in the French Revolution. Forty years ago, however, it was adopted by the Khmer Rouge during its reign in...
Do they still teach the cherry tree story in elementary school these days? You remember it, don’t you? George Washington chopped down his father’s...
There was a bumper sticker that confronted me from the back of a truck a year ago and still keeps coming back for consideration: “Why Should I Have...
Fathers Day is generally recognized as a day for children to honor their dads. And as a dad, I kind of enjoy that. But I have long thought that it...
The story was heard on the radio years ago, told by Dick Summer over WBZ in Boston. Perhaps because I recorded it, and listened to it every once in...
On a bright sunny fall day in 1941, people in Kannapolis, N.C., danced and smiled for a camera. I know this because the film that camera recorded...
George Orwell’s Animal Farm has been coming back to me in recent months. It is interesting how a book read years ago can leave little pieces of...
Hitchhiking was a bunch of things I feared all rolled up into one neat little package. Being alone, being vulnerable, saying to the world you...
There are gifts that transcend the moment of their giving. For me, the radio was one of those gifts.It probably came at Christmas when I was 11...