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A couple of weeks ago, several men from the church were working on tech upgrades. We took a break from running cables and mounting cameras to call a friend who was in the hospital. Rich put his cell ...
The building shown at the top of this blog was the original high school gymnasium in my hometown. According to the 1926 yearbook, it was built in 1924. Sounds about right. I wasn’t born yet, ...
I watched my eight-year-old grandson, Ben, play basketball last week in the new park district rec center, and thought about my early experiences playing ball. I grew up in a small town in southern ...
It can’t be true. Tell me it’s just a rumor. You’re still a young man, and at the top of your game. You can’t retire now. You’ve got ten more good years to go. Check ...
I was downtown the other day because I needed a haircut, and after getting trimmed, I took the time to browse my local record store. I waved to Pat Sheridan, the owner of Hott Waxx, and admired the ...