The mental illness next door

From the street, the house appears stately—generously-sized, but not McMansion steroidal. The entryway, circular drive and two car garage seem classy. A fenced yard safeguards an in-ground pool and surrounds a swing set, shed, patios and walkways. Moving closer dispels the favorable first impression. As you approach, inconsistencies surface: patio boards are splintered, paint on…

Gathering, with class

If not now, when? As years have passed since college graduation, I’ve envied classes that meet on a regular basis. My graduating class does a decent job showing up for momentous occasions. We had a good turnout for our reunion last fall; and when our West Point classmate, Dick McEvoy, was buried at Arlington National…

Pausing to remember who we are

Why would anyone need to take time out to figure out who they are. How silly. Of course, I know who I am. My wallet has a military ID card and VA driver’s license and if needed, I can produce a passport for identification. TSA certainly wouldn’t let me through airport security, if my documents…