The More Things Change…
It was the summer of 1970 when my father took me on a road trip along the East Coast. We flew to Miami, rented a car, and explored the sights as we drove more or…
It was the summer of 1970 when my father took me on a road trip along the East Coast. We flew to Miami, rented a car, and explored the sights as we drove more or…
Is our nation broken? The cable news shows say it, the pulpits preach it, and social media is filled with it. Whether talking about racial issues, our political system, income disparity, endless wars, moral decay,…
D’Aun and I celebrated our 35th “dating anniversary” recently (here’s a post about that). I started thinking about what it was like 35-years ago. It was 1975 and I turned 17-years old that year. It…