“Is this really a thing? How do you even know it exists?” As my daughter Sylvie spoke her bright green eyes sparkled with a challenge. My son Kenny joined her with a puzzled, skeptical look. I started to respond. “I… Read More ›
Life Stories
Early Experience with “Social Justice” (1969)
On August 12, 1969, I reported for my first real job in research at Shell Oil Company. I had gone to school for 19 years, got a couple of science degrees, and I was nearing 25. Life seemed to be… Read More ›
Enlightened Self-Interest (1957)
In 1957, I was 4’11” tall, entering the 9th grade, and still shorter than many girls. I tried hard at basketball, the big sport at our school that couldn’t afford football. It was tough going being short and slow, but… Read More ›
My Life as a Kid (1951-1961)
For 11 years, 1951-1961, my school was a squarish, 3 storey, red brick facility in Logan Falls, Ohio built in 1927 after a fire destroyed the previous wooded school building. According to local legend, the school board conspired to burn… Read More ›
Early Experiences with Baseball (1948)
1948 was a long time ago, but I remember some things like yesterday. The War was over … and we had won. What a thing that was! People were tired and beat up, but, oh, what a sense of victory… Read More ›
Baseball on the Radio (1944-2020)
It is late in the day. From my porch, I can see the sun moving toward the horizon. I am thinking I have spent a lot of time on this planet, more time than most who still have their wits…. Read More ›
Civics Class (1956)
Outside the school, a light rain fell, dripping down the old red bricks. Inside the 9th grade civics classroom, shiny-clean students with new fall clothes barely noticed the weather as the opening bell rang, and latecomers fumbled with text books… Read More ›
History Class in High School 1960
As I walked into class, absently observing the back side of Cary Ross, the tardy bell rang, and we both scrambled to our seats. If you were not seated when the bell stopped ringing, some teachers would mark you tardy. … Read More ›
Ragged Old Flag – Part II
Walking across leaf-strewn bricks to class. I shuffled my feet, reluctant to give up the freedom of roaming about the campus on a fabulous fall day. Up ahead, I saw Sharon Looman striding purposefully toward the same door I was… Read More ›
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