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Looking Back

The one thing Cory could always do on a basketball court was shoot free throws. Even after rehabilitating from the stroke he suffered late in his freshman year at Gettysburg College in Pennsylvania, he could still drain free throws.  A 5-11 point guard who scored more than 1,000 points in his high school playing career, shooting [...]

Dec
22
Posted at 8:27 pm

Bud wasn’t expecting presents for Christmas that year. It was the height of the Great Depression, and he was living in a boarding house thousands of miles away from home. There wasn’t money for gifts. Every dime was precious, and was needed for the family to survive. But they WERE surviving – him in the [...]

Nov
30
Posted at 10:07 am

Mark’s eyes were closed, but there was intensity etched elsewhere on his face as he seemed to consciously struggle for each breath. “Not a good time of year for this sort of thing,” I said to his daughter, Annette, who had come to the nursing home on the first day of December to pick up [...]

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, [...]

Jul
27
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, [...]

Jun
23
Posted at 9:25 pm

It figured to be a tough night for Cassie. The restaurant at which she works as a server was packed. The wait staff was short-handed. And there were several large groups that were demanding a lot of her time and attention. Oh, and one more thing: she was pregnant. For the sixth time. None of [...]

Apr
07
Posted at 8:33 pm

I had passed by her a couple of times while we were both shopping in the same grocery store at the same time. Each time she had smiled pleasantly as we passed, and I remember having the distinct impression that she was a nice, kind, polite person. And that’s important to me, because I really [...]