Memoir

The Houdini Years

I must reveal that I was once the “master of escape.” The chicken wire pen that enclosed a shaded section of our small backyard proved no obstacle to my frequent quests for adventure. Although it was meant to protect my… Read more >

1950 – A New School

Winter had come again, proclaiming the halfway point in my fifth year of school. This winter was especially memorable, and not just because of the stinging below zero temperatures and daily wind blown snowfalls; winters in Northwest Indiana were rarely… Read more >