Remembering the Hobo Day Riots of 1990–The Skinny Kid Goes to College

  I remember the day my father dropped me off at college.  I was eighteen years old.  I gazed into the mirror after he had gone and said aloud to my reflection, “You’re never going to make it here.”  The room was spartan--concrete walls, a bunk, a dresser and a desk on each side with … Continue reading Remembering the Hobo Day Riots of 1990–The Skinny Kid Goes to College

Good Protein–Edible Thoughts on the Bugs that Bug Us

The elementary school sent out an alert about Japanese beetles destroying the newly planted fruit orchard.  As if Pearl Harbor hadn’t been enough!  Finding myself strangely transfixed by the whiteness of the ceiling overhead, my wife read me the dire news as I sipped my Folgers coffee.   My son’s second-grade class had planted Zestars—an early-ripening … Continue reading Good Protein–Edible Thoughts on the Bugs that Bug Us