Tales & Tips

Friday evening Steve Skogstad and I played ping pong at the city Recreation Center, my arm now wrapped in an elastic Ace bandage for...

Half of the money I earned at Howard Johnson’s went into mom’s household funds, my meager income and dad’s unemployment checks barely...

Winter was the easiest time, bulky coats, sweaters, and jeans always a good cover. I was amazingly adept – even without instruction....

The 1973 Mississippi Valley conference cross country meet was the third Saturday of October at Oak Knoll Park – my final frosh/soph race...

Steve Skogstad slammed open the gym door like he was deflecting tacklers on the gridiron, talking animatedly about the Bear’s victory on...

Prologue “Mommy, why is the trophy all burned?” Mary Ann’s nose was pressed against the glass display case at East High School. “The...