As we both trundled near what was likely our last decade, I asked him to make a round breakfast table for me. He could no longer grip the woodworking tools . . .
Tag Archives: College
Marooned in Chicago
The University of Chicago has given us Amos Alonzo Stagg, the atomic bomb and Milton Friedman,
“Sing, Sing a Song …”
There was a time – frankly, any time up until they started college – our offspring distanced themselves from cringeworthy parental behavior.
It’s All Greek to Me
My cell phone read 41 degrees. The Fahrenheit reading had been oozing down for the past forty-five minutes.
Get a Job
I envy men who have had a profession, men who always wanted to be an actuary or a toll collector on the New Jersey Turnpike. I was born into a military family. My father, both grandfathers, a grandfather’s brother, my brother, three of my cousins, and a brother-in-law were military officers.
