She worked at Austin’s (or maybe it was Sentry). A cute cashier. Had her first child at 17. Never tried any position but military. Step-father was a trucker. She liked when he was on the road, to put it kindly.

In the den of the small house, moonlight on a matted shag… Continue reading

Money issues are self-esteem issues. A friend of mine walks his baby daughter on the lake shore path along Lake Michigan. He told me he was thinking about Bill Gates and all the money the man is worth. Fifty billion dollars give or take.

Then he thinks of all the people in… Continue reading

Vicky and I played on the second grade basketball team together. I liked Vicky. She wasn’t much of a round-ball player, as I recall. But it didn’t matter. I was proud to have her as a teammate.

Her dad was coach of the team. A kind, handsome man with a red beard who was equitable with the distribution of playing time for all… Continue reading