Smart guy, that God
Jesus tells us if we want to find ourselves we must first lose ourselves. And if we want to be first, we must be willing to put ourselves last. And we pretty much think this is impossible. So does God.… Continue Reading
Flag’s glory never grows old
I don’t recall how I knew of the John Greenleaf Whittier poem Barbara Frietchie in June of 1967, after all there was no such thing as Google then, but I do recall using its two most memorable lines in my… Continue Reading
101 … and counting
His hearing isn’t good at all these days. Even the latest hearing aids are little help. And he excuses himself frequently to use the bathroom. That’s the Lasix. Water retention is the enemy now. But at 101 years old, my… Continue Reading
G-Day
June 6. D-Day. But as of June 6, 1983, also G-Day. To me, anyway. That’s when my daughter Greta was born. And I was changed forever. Of all the possible definitions or descriptions of me, “Dad” is the one I… Continue Reading
No donuts please
I am celebrating National Donut Day by not eating a donut. I never eat donuts. And that is not hyperbole. I read the average person in America eats 31 donuts a year. I eat none. I barely remember the last… Continue Reading
A time and a place
By now you most likely have heard about the retired South Carolina English teacher who corrected the letter from Donald Trump for spelling mistakes and grammatical errors and plans to send it back to him. She said if it had… Continue Reading
Pay day, once a year
Luzerne County Community College calls what happened last night at Mohegan Sun Arena “commencement.” I call it “payday.” Sure the college deposits a sum of money in my checking account every two weeks, but those who teach will tell you… Continue Reading
Weather or not
As he does each morning, the TV weather guy gave what he calls the “bus stop” weather report, a graphic of a yellow school bus popping up behind him. You’ll need to put the rain slicker on the kids today,… Continue Reading
Every pizza is a party
Borrowing from Will Rogers, I never met a pizza I didn’t like. Whenever I say that, I typically follow up with, “I even like Little League park pizza.” I could eat pizza every day and can probably write about it… Continue Reading
Driving in the Virginias
More than 150 years later a new Army of Northern Virginia roams the Shenandoah Valley. This one does not wear gray uniforms and answer to Robert E. Lee. It drives Hondas and Toyotas and Ford 150s and answers to no… Continue Reading