Watching Mom iron my pants is like watching an artist at work

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To watch Mom iron is to watch a carpenter join pieces of wood into something that ill be handed down, parent to child, for generations. It is watching an artist imbue blank canvas with timelessness. It is watching a craftsman… READ MORE

Old Betsy had the last laugh on Angelo

The Car Care Council news release had a sad story to tell. It was the story of Angelo. Angelo is like millions of other Americans – except that Angelo is fictitious. Aside from that, Angelo is a regular sort of… READ MORE

Tornado!

This photo, taken Dec. 10, 1967, shows the path of a tornado through the Belaire Subdivision of Fort Walton Beach. Our house is at the bottom, slightly left of center.

I wrote this essay on March 25, 1972, which would have made me 16 years old at the time. TORNADO! We, being myself, my parents, my younger sister and at the time, my older sister, live in the town of… READ MORE

Could you survive a nuclear attack?

Note: I wrote the following piece when I was 16 years old. It is an everyday Saturday morning. You have just finished drinking your coffee and reading the paper, and you are now watching a television program for a few… READ MORE