Monthly Archives: May 2025

A classmate, Pam, posted this program on a local page for my home area. I remember this. I don’t think about it without a prompt, usually the mention of an old friend, Frank. I don’t recall seeing the program before. We’re listed as the two angels on the right. Neither of us were when we were ten. Fourth-grade boys just aren’t.

As I recall, I had to deliver a long soliloquy over two minutes long, and I was terrified. The funny part was that I was the tallest boy in the class, and Frank was shorter by maybe 4–5 inches. I know it sounds like a lot, but I hit my peak height around seventh or eighth grade. I was tall and what I like to call slender. As you age, it means you’re short and “bulky,” to say it nicely. The height is important to this.

Our angel costumes—sheets—went to the floor. Somehow, Frank’s costume got switched with mine. The effect, I guess, was that we’d look like we were floating or flying. This wasn’t a big-budget production. But the program does indicate we had a costume designer, and my costume included wings.

So anyway, my costume ended up at my ankles, making me look like an angel with tennis shoes and knee-high jeans. Frank looked like he had a wedding dress and a train. I remember it was noticed before we went on stage, but there was no time for a costume change; the show must go on as they say. We thought it was funny. Looking back, Frank probably made the switch because it was rather amusing.

My parents seldom took pictures, but maybe for that, they did. I threw one together using an AI program. In 1962, we didn’t take 800 pics a day, not including our breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Now, it’s your turn. I noticed something else you don’t see anymore—at least five things. Plus at least one typo and misspelled word for bonus points. Can you see what was common in 1962 compared to now?

By this we know love: because He laid down His life for us, we also ought to lay down our lives for our brethren. 1 John 3:16 (NKJV)

This verse encourages believers to follow Christ’s example by demonstrating selfless love and sacrifice for others. Jesus laying down His life for us is the ultimate act of love. For us, this doesn’t necessarily mean physically dying for others, but rather choosing selflessness, compassion, and generosity whenever possible.

However, we are called to be as much like God as possible. Just as He laid down His life for us, we are sometimes called to sacrifice for our brethren. As Memorial Day approaches, we honor those who have given their lives for others. Just as Christ laid down His life out of love, many brave men and women have made the ultimate sacrifice to protect others, uphold freedom, and serve a greater cause.

May God bless them, and may God bless America.

My daughter, Krystal, is getting ready for her first parade as Loyalty Queen in 1983. To win, she delivered a patriotic speech about America, discussing the Founders and what it means to be an American. The VFW in Ravenna, Ohio, sponsored the event. She was 14 at the time. It led to her winning three times.

Loyalty Day began in 1921 as Americanization Day and was renamed Loyalty Day in 1955 under President Eisenhower to promote patriotism and counter May Day’s association with labor movements and communism.

If the neighborhood looks rundown, it’s because it’s an old neighborhood. It can’t be seen, but my daughter is facing the first home we owned. It’s where I lived while attending law school, studying in a small room where an old man had died. It was bought from an estate; he was probably the previous owner. Back then, you could buy a small home for $17,000.

Our neighbor, Ron, who owned the car, is smoking and talking to my dad. I have no clue who the other girl is.

I tend never to worry because I’ve always felt it’s a pointless exercise to dwell on something beyond my control. For example, a medical test, no amount of worry or lack of it, will change the result. That doesn’t mean I don’t get concerned, but I choose not to let unnecessary anxiety take hold, always remaining optimistic.

While I don’t consciously reflect on this verse, perhaps unconsciously, through belief and faith, it has always been present for me, as it is for all of us. My trust in God’s care isn’t something I have to force; it simply exists, woven naturally into my perspective. It’s available to everyone, just as it is for all of us.

On or about this date in 2013, I was asked to speak at a banquet honoring a gentleman named Ken Bussart, pictured in a wheelchair, along with my wife, Dawn, and me. This was different, though. The address would be recorded on video played at the banquet in Ken’s honor. For me, it was a new experience. In court, I delivered opening and closing arguments essentially without notes.

For this, I wanted notes and wrote out my comments. When I arrived for the taping, I sat in the open sitting on a tall chair similar to a barstool. The problem was immediately apparent—I would be sitting and reading. The optics wouldn’t be great; worst of all, I’d be sitting in the audience, watching it. Not only that, but I thought it would be posted on YouTube. What should have been heartfelt would instead be preserved forever as me looking like a sixth-grader reading a book report to my class.

It’s not on YouTube, though I wish it were. I tried to get a copy for years but couldn’t. What follows is from my Facebook Memories today. For whatever reason, it won’t share. Following is the original writing.

I took part in a video today, which may or may not be on YouTube. The logo was added just to catch your attention. I’ve been interviewed for television news, been a guest on some radio shows over the years, including hosting, and have done two or three training videos in the past. So, a question-and-answer format is easy to do.

What I found odd about this one was that I asked the woman if she would ask me questions or if I was supposed to speak off the top of my head about the subject. It’s for an awards banquet, so I can’t go into that aspect now, but she asked if I knew what the award was all about. I knew a little, but not enough. She said she would read what the award was about, and we could use that as a starting point.

So she did and said she wanted to know how it related to the person being honored. It was nice of her to read me the full award description in advance. So, just by way of chat, I told her. She listened, asked questions, I’d tell her some more. Finally, she said that it sounded good or great; however, she worded it. I said thanks and told her I wasn’t sure I could do that again because, really, I didn’t know if I’d remember what I had just said since it wasn’t rehearsed. I thought it was a good practice run, though. Plus, I had some notes as an outline.

But no, the camera had been running while I was chatting with her about the award and what I thought I would say once we started. We were done except for a final few words while I looked directly at the camera. And I’ll probably look fat to boot!