As I have already established a few weeks past, I will occasionally present to you an original short story that will address and tackle some of the major issues of life that perhaps all of us, in some way, have to contend with.
Since this is the season when we celebrate the Declaration of Independence and our victory over the British Empire (that was the most powerful country in the world at that time), I deem it very appropriate and timely to dedicate my column today in an attempt to consider an issue that is very relevant to our Fourth of July observance.
With Father’s Day being just a few days away, I want to dedicate my column today to an attempt to honor fathers, especially those fathers and grandfathers who have exemplified outstanding commitment to their duties and responsibilities as primary parents and guardians.
As I grappled with the idea of writing this article and especially what the name of it should be, I finally settled for the heading atop.
As an American citizen, student of history, and observer of current events (especially from a political and socio-economic perspective), I am very much concerned (not alarmed) by the present political state of our union.
A few years ago, someone who worked with my wife (when she was employed as the principal at South Elementary School), who was a frequent reader of my column, asked her this question: “Where does your husband get the ideas to write so many articles?”
I undoubtedly possess a greater desire to write the information contained in my column today than I have perhaps felt about any other topic that I have ever presented.
In my column today, I want to share with you an amazing account of a continual narrative of my life that started nearly fifty-four years ago in the summer of 1965.
The following letters were sent to me from Sherman Davis and Leonard Jacobs (not their real names) respectively.