The Lottery Lies

As a boy, I regularly visited Birmingham Drugs on Woodward Avenue to spend hard-earned lawn mowing money on comic books and a Coca Cola.   I remember vividly when the orange Michigan Lottery kiosk was installed near the cash register.  What caught my attention was the workers from Jax Car Wash […]

English Baptist Forebears

It was a point of personal pride for me when I was told as a child that through my father’s father I was descended from the English royal house of Stuart.  It was a matter of disappointment in my teen years when I learned in my high school European history […]

“When I call to remembrance…”

An invitation to a family wedding was the impetus for a recent trip to the place of my birth.  Although I was raised in suburban Detroit, I was born in a small town in eastern New York state within eyesight of the Green mountains of Vermont.  This visit back east […]

“He received it not”

When I was a boy – perhaps eight or nine years old – my brother and I were both diagnosed as having a cavity, so we were taken by our mother to an appointment with the dentist to have our teeth filled.  Because our usual dentist was away on vacation […]