It was a hot, steamy Friday evening. Two hours earlier, I had received an email at work from my oldest son, Zach. The message read as follows: Hey dad, This Continue Reading →
The year was 1957 in the small town of Wauchula, Florida. It was a place where the economy largely depended on the land, where farmers worked in orange groves and Continue Reading →
There is an old man who lives near Hartke Pool. I pass him by in the early mornings and late afternoons on my bike to and from work. He walks Continue Reading →