Immediately following World War II, which was won by what has come to be called our greatest generation, was a rapid growth of new babies in America.
Even as my column last week was spun by the unfortunate arrival of Hurricane Florence to our area with all of the disruptive and even detrimental effect that it unleashed upon us, my article today is likewise a result of the costly storm.
Of all the names they could have chosen for the recent hurricane that brought much devastation, discomfort, and disruption to many in our area and beyond, they named it Florence.
Except the Sovereign One decrees it, the comments I share today in my column will never be considered for a Pulitzer Prize or any other prestigious literary award.
My column today is dedicated to a class of people with whom we are all familiar. They are a very unique type who exist among us in our families, schools, jobs, churches, and every aspect of our culture.
As we are entering into another school term for students in grades K through 12, my mind takes me back to when I was a student at Gordon Elementary and High School, respectively.
Someone recently told me, to my disagreement, that I was a historian. Though, I must confess that only second to my love of reading and studying the Bible is my fascination with history.
The previous passage was spoken by Isaiah, the greatest of the major prophets (due to the size of the book that bears his name) to the northern kingdom of Judah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah – Kings of Judah.
In last week’s column, we considered why many of our most talented football players are unable to go to the next level in regard to their gridiron pursuit as a collegian to a 1A or reputable college or university.