This explains everything
Rachael was into the Zodiac. I mean, really into the Zodiac. I did not know this until she approached me about a month into a fall semester more than 15 years ago and asked me what is my sign. “Scorpio,”… Continue Reading
Month: September 2016
The day Mikey was born
I am writing this on Tuesday, Sept. 27, the day Mikey was born. Thirty years ago on this day, my son Michael and the story I made up for my daughter about his birth came into being. I’ve re-told her… Continue Reading
Bingo this
You just never know where a conversation will go. This one started with First Baptist Church and wound up with an uncomfortable reminder of my gene pool. Across the table Wednesday evening at the Tomato Bar, Ron Faraday, energetic president… Continue Reading
Coco’s first ice cream
Alicia was just a tyke when I started dating her Aunt Mary Kay. She became the first family member to meet me when we went out for a burger one Sunday afternoon. When she got home, her mom, Mary Kay’s… Continue Reading
On love and marriage
My niece has honored me by asking if I’d do a reading at her wedding tomorrow. Then she doubled the honor by selecting 1 Corinthians 13. No more beautiful or more accurate words on love than those of St. Paul… Continue Reading
Another 9/11 memory
I did not attempt to write my own 9/11 memory on Sunday, the 15th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center. But even if I had, it would not have been my memory but my brother’s. My brother… Continue Reading
Find the Felittese
Tucked away just off Main Street in Old Forge, the annual Festival of the Felittese is not easy to find. But, oh, so worth it. The 29th festival opens tonight, Sept. 9, and continues through Sunday at the Felittese fairgrounds,… Continue Reading
The Gospels in five words
About 20 years ago … no, wait, more like 30 years ago, a friend gave me a cassette tape of a Christian preacher. I had about a 45 minute commute to work then so I had plenty of time to… Continue Reading
Working for a living
Be a laborer, great or small, do it well, or not at all My friend and former colleague Sarellen (yes, they made up names 70 years ago too) McAndrew taught me that little ditty when we worked together in the… Continue Reading