Sixty years after the fact, I returned to my old barracks at the Presidio of San Francisco. It was part of a journey arranged by Brian and...

I have a friend I’ve known for more than sixty years. During the summer months, we lunch at the Monument Park in Saint Paul. We’ve kept ou...

For years now, Sharon and I have been brainwashing our grandkids every chance we get. It has always been unapologetic and unbridled in Nan...

In our society, hot topics come and go; each generating a lot of press, hype, concern and historical secrets finally revealed. Generationa...

Not long ago, an old man of eighty-two peddled his electric bicycle along the same route he took seventy-five years earlier as a first gra...