Some people see Veteran’s Day as little more than a day when the bank is closed and the mail doesn’t run. For a couple reasons it means more to me than that. My Dad and my grandfather served in the armed forces. My Grandfather was stationed on Guam during WWII. Dad served in the Navy […]
There is a Golden Retriever who lives on Sandusky Street. I don’t know what name he uses now, but I do know what he used to go by. He used to be called “Captain Hook” You may wonder how he got that name.
He was a farmer, a factory laborer, and a country pastor. He worked hard and lived simply and loved his family. He could be a good neighbor, too. He farmed a small hill-farm and raised beef and some grain for feed. In the summer his grandchildren would come and they would bail hay, fish the […]
High in the Alps of Switzerland is a village called Champrey. It was there that Francis and Edith Schaeffer settled in the years when Europe was recovering from the devastation of W.W.II. Students traveled to Champrey from all over the world. They came to ski and hike in the beautiful mountains surrounding the village. The […]
Sheldon VanAuken’s Typewriter on which was written A Severe Mercy. I have a small, tattered, beige paperback. It is one of my most treasured books. I read it again every year or so. I was so moved by the story in it that one night in 1987 I picked up the phone and called the […]
I am a social golfer, though the way I golf I’m not entirely sure it is socially advantageous to do so. When I golf it’s usually to spend time with people I love. Or to connect with someone new. Sometimes men can talk better and they are more likely to open their hearts to one […]