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 place where the economy largely depended on the land, where farmers worked in orange groves and sold 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 →