Let’s call him Jimmy. He is 31, more or less, from the town in which his father and mother were born. As a youngster, he knew nearly everyone within a mile or so of his home, and several who lived farther away. He rode his bicycle around the town, the way some kids where I live ride their bikes around Gettysburg.
“Sometimes we stacked concrete blocks in an alley, to hold up the end of a two-by-ten board,” he said. “Then we raced our bikes to see who could jump the longest.”
“I usually won,” the now father of four boasts.
Continue reading Father seeks family haven
Published in the Gettysburg Times, 9/6/2013)
The question hangs in the air like the oppressively humid heat we’ve swum through this summer, and cloaks the “news” networks with an emperor’s robe of non-information as they all seem to read from the same press release, and turn phrases of one into clichés of the other.
Should we attack Syria? What will be our point? Will not doing it make us appear weak?
The answers are, in order: No; employment for our arms manufacturers; and what is this, junior high? Continue reading Sometimes, some places, war is necessary; Syria is not one of those times or places