Ah, the warm days of summer. The smell of chlorine. The sounds of laughter and lifeguards’ whistles. The cool touch of water on sweltering skin. The sight of firm young bodies bronzed by the sun. Yes, the pools are open and it’s swimming season once again. For millions of Americans, ...
Last Saturday, I was privileged to speak to more than 50 people, most from here in Webster City. The talk was on the American Civil War and some of its impact on our city and Hamilton County. My sincere thanks to Carolynn Miller for organizing and publicizing the event in the Mulberry ...
Of all the changes I have seen in my lifetime, one of the more dramatic is how Americans eat. Well, sure, we still eat with our mouths; perhaps I should say, “how our meals are prepared.” Three decades ago, folks who know such things claimed that for the first time in our society’s ...
The other day, I was at a softball game in Ellsworth, watching my eight-year-old granddaughter play the best she could. Struggling to the plate in her catcher’s garb, she still managed a smile at her overly proud Grandpa. A vivid memory flashed through my mind, bringing me back to some ...
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 ...
