It was June 15, and in two days I would be turning thirty. I was insecure about entering a new decade of my life and feared that my best years were no...
As my bride of many years greeted me one evening, her voice blasted through the door, "Guess what?"I always take a deep breath on this very ...
Louisville, Kentucky is a place where basketball is an important part of life, and taking my son to an NBA exhibition game is very special. Little did...
The American flag, fireworks, friends, picnics, chicken, hot dogs, baked beans, parades, bands and celebrations are all part of the Fourth of July. Th...
I had been an avid baseball card collector as a youth, often collecting and selling drink bottles to pay for my packs. I remember sitting on the floor...
The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. Not terribly attractive, but utilita...
Recently, my two-year-old son and I were strolling down a sidewalk together. Both in our own little worlds, we hadn't spoken until I felt a tuggin...
It was fall 1945, and I returned to Vienna with the first American occupation troops. I had been there three months earlier as an interpreter of Germa...
It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shive...
I was married three times before I was seven years old.My older brother Gary performed the ceremonies in our basement. Gary was good at entertaining t...