All is quiet. Both sons, sound asleep. Dad enters and taps the top bunk. Top: Why are you waking me? Dad: Shhh. You'll wake your brother. Bottom: Zzzzz.... Top: Why are you waking me? It's Saturday. Bottom: Zzzzz.... Dad: You have land training. Top: Uhhhhhhh... Dad: [brightly] I'm making eggs and toast. Bottom Bunk: Toast?!
A reflection for Mothers Day. Friday morning I made French toast before catching a train to work. The loaf wasn’t finished, but it was time to make more bread. I remember as a kid coming downstairs in the morning to find notes on the kitchen table. These were friendly greetings, chatty in mood but pithy … Continue reading A Note Is Worth a Thousand Words
A very important American institution has come under attack. I'm not talking about those resonating pillars of freedom enshrined in the Bill of Rights, the First and Second Amendments. I'm not talking about the Bill of Rights or the Constitution at all. This American institution is far more sacred than any of that. This American institution gave us … Continue reading Hands Off My Free Speech (Round II)