From time to time, I’ll catch a little bit of Harry Chapin’s classic song, “Cat’s in the Cradle.” The cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. “When you coming home, dad,” “I don’t know when,” but we’ll get together then. ...
The neighborhood is alive today; the chirping of innumerable baby birds, scampering squirrels running everywhere and folks walking, jogging (completely foreign to this retired Postal worker), biking or being exercised by their pets, makes it a fun, active environment. “Pretty as a ...
If you use the term “walking beans” today, a lot of younger people may need an explanation. Back in the 60s, however, many Midwest teenagers earned money each summer by pulling and chopping weeds from soybean fields for area farmers. “Bean walking” or “walking beans” we called it ...
This is my ninth week writing about “Our Neighborhood,” the area in Webster City that I am so pleased to now call home. I’ve written, so far, about some of the former residents of this fine city; people I’m happy to have as neighbors, of a sort. The home my wife and I purchased in ...
Over the years, I have developed a discomfort with funerals. But, at the same time, I understand their value. I was honored recently to be asked to participate in a memorial service for a childhood friend. This service was of great value. Jack passed away in a New England state in ...
When people talk about their favorite teams of all time, it’s usually the best team to come from their high school, the University of Iowa, Iowa State University, the University of Northern Iowa or their favorite professional sports franchise. Just about everyone I know loves the 1996 ...