On our bus route in NYC, no one got up when a grey-haired man with a long pony tail lurched up the steps, walker first. Printed on his worn brown cap was "American Veteran" and it was the Fourth of July. The vet was going to sit though no seat was open, and he motioned … Continue reading A Seat on the Bus on 4th of July
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In Memory of Norman Brown, on Father’s Day
When a father can't be there, it's tempting to say, "He is gone," but is he, really? I could say that my father, Norman Lester Brown, passed away. But his words, his ways, his stories come to mind so often that a more truthful thing to say is, "He is always with me." And I … Continue reading In Memory of Norman Brown, on Father’s Day