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Looking Back

It’s the middle of the day. You’re walking – or driving or working or bicycling – along a busy highway that borders a university campus when you come upon a serious traffic accident that has just occurred. A motorcycle is lying on the roadway, in flames. A badly damaged automobile is stopped near the motorcycle, […]

Posted at 4:19 pm

It would be way too simplistic to say that Gayle and I were childhood sweethearts. Accurate, maybe. But simplistic. Those two words – “childhood sweethearts” – don’t begin to summarize the up and down, back and forth, on-again off-again nature of our relationship between second grade and senior year. One year we were playing kissing […]

Posted at 4:07 pm

Her name was Ethel. I didn’t know it at the time, of course. To tell the truth, it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the music was playing, the dance floor was beckoning, she was woman, I was man. Let’s dance. I know – I was married. It was OK. My wife, Anita, […]

Posted at 9:38 pm

Lauren and Travis chatted casually as they drove down the highway. It was past dark – a little darker than usual because of a missing street light or two. But their mood was light and the music on the CD player was upbeat. It was a great night to be young and alive. Suddenly the […]

Posted at 8:53 pm

I have almost nothing in common with Jake. He is a rough-hewn man. I am what you might call softly hewn. He lives a simple, slow-paced life in the country. My life is complicated and way too fast in a bustling metropolitan area. He is quiet and soft-spoken. I am . . . well . […]


I wish I could tell you why we don’t get along. We just don’t. We worked on the same project for a few years. We went to the same meetings, we interacted professionally. She is brilliant – I always respected that. I out-ranked her in the project pecking order, and she never challenged that. I […]

Posted at 11:23 pm

You might say that 6-year-old Cindy was a child of the streets. Only in her case, it had nothing to do with socio-economics. It had to do with fun. Cindy loved to play in the street with her friends – an entertainment choice with which her parents were understandably uncomfortable. They did everything they could […]

Posted at 11:03 pm

It was a dark and stormy night. No, really – it was. Dark and cold, with a mid-winter snow storm swirling about, blanketing the world with its oppressively heavy wetness. And not just outside.  Inside my soul it was dark and stormy, too. It had been one of those days – you know what I […]

Posted at 10:59 pm

George was my best friend in elementary school. Which is not to say I didn’t have other friends.  I did.  I grew up with a great bunch of guys: Albert, Ron and Don (yeah, they were twins), Dean and Kenny, to name just five. We tended to do things as a group (did someone say […]