The "sea of red" at Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Nebraska holds just enough magic that one single visit, on a bright, clear game day, could sway even the most resistant football hold-out, namely me. The stadium, seats brimming with scarlet sweaters, is exponentially more impressive in person than on television. It is a spectacle that … Continue reading Men fish.
If I had to pick only one day in the year to participate in the worldwide communion of church-going people, it would be Ash Wednesday. 365 days a year the reality that we are but dust is the central theme in my stream of consciousness. On Ash Wednesday it's the phrase of the day, a … Continue reading First do no harm.