It was the end of an era and we didn’t know it. I look back and realize now that we couldn’t see that our youth was passing, that the world was never going to be the same. Speeding out past the last houses of Kansas City on Stateline, Jeff’s car…
3 CommentsMonth: June 2018
Saturday morning. The kid is occupied with Legos. The wife is in bed, taking a nap after waking frightfully early. I have the house to myself. Nothing disturbs me. Dogs sleep at my feet. The stillness and peace reminds me what a rollicking week I’ve had. Part of my job…
Leave a CommentWood Coin, a quirky but savvy magazine, published my story “On the Bridge.” It concerns a fight between me and a homophobe while building a bridge. See who wins and how. http://www.woodcoin.net/lpbd.toc.html
Leave a CommentHow do you want to be remembered? I ask myself this question at least once about a week. Mortality haunts me. Maybe it’s the onset of old age. I have only two good decades left. What have I done in the last five and a half that’s worth remembering? It…
One CommentDr. Bedell, I wanted to approach you personally and tell you what a great job I think you’re doing with the school district. As you know, it is only within recent memory that we’ve had superintendents that really made a difference, and you are one of them. Back in the…
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