The waffle I’ll always remember
My dad and I once visited a church together on a Sunday night. This was in the middle of winter, January or February maybe, and the church was up near Cincinnati. So on the way…
Sticks and mortar: A permanent memory
When my family moved to Louisville in ’92, we rented an apartment on the east side of the city. It was a nice apartment complex, but not too nice. We had a wonderful courtyard, though,…
Long walks, long meals: Recipe for happiness
Many of the happiest people in the world seem to share two habits: long walks alone and long meals with friends. At least that’s what I’ve heard. It makes sense to me. I like long…