I often encounter Reno, a friend, while attending to reading and writing at Starbucks. We’ve shared satisfying exchange of stories on a number of occasions. Certainly we do not know a lot about each other. But the insight gained through the story telling has effected a change within my personality, my mode of being….
There are seasons of life. In the late 1970’s I was a student learning to swim in the vast ocean of philosophy. With a bit more focus next I studied at Garrett Evangelical Divinity School in Evanston. I assumed the professional end of all of the study was to become a Christian minister. For…
The Long Grove Arts and Music Council held it’s last free concert for 2017. I joined the townspeople on Towner Green Sunday afternoon to hear Scott Ainslie and Reggie Harris. These artists carry the song and story telling heritage of our country, especially of the ante bellum South. Indeed the story of humanity is…
Decided to take Monday for a visit to the Chicago Botanical Garden. This garden is world class, an expanse of sculpted land and water displaying a sublime array of plants. Calling a rare time out from work, I gathered my camera, and a book. Laura and I left for a few hours of paradise….
I have a invitation to the 50th anniversary class reunion at Northern High School where I graduated in 1967. The reunion is to be held the third weekend in October. The fall calendar is quite full for me and I will not be able to attend. I’ve carried the invitation around in my briefcase…
I was blessed to be present at the annual Family Pig Pickin hosted by Kevin and Caryn in their backyard. It is an annual event. Family members came from as far as Washington State to attend. Everyone present was related by blood, by marriage or by the bond of friendship. The “guest of honor”…
We drove into the city last night. We planned to enjoy dinner with Ben and Jeff. Ben is nephew to my wife. I had not seen Ben in at least eight years. We walked the neighborhood to Crosby’s Kitchen on 3455 N. Southport for a leisurely meal. Stories were swapped while eating. We then…
I know this is early or late, depending on your perspective. The occupant of the White House was chosen person of the year 2016. I am getting a jump on the 2017 pick. With every new year, it’s a new contest. Nothing rules out anyone getting the nod. A past recipient may become a…
A gear-head since my high school days, I go out of my way to admire an old muscle car, or a race car. An early memory remains of standing outside the fence at the State Fair at Raleigh as the open wheeled dirt track midget cars screamed around the track. After the race I…
Sometimes you have to say it out loud in order for the truth to penetrate, to register, to enter the heart. If you are able, for whatever reason or rationalization, to support the president after Charlottesville and the pronouncement following several days later about the “good people” among the alt-right demonstrators,–you are a racist. …
