When tourists visit the estate known as Linden Hall at St. James Park, they typically focus on the visible things like its amazing stonework and Tudor-style architecture. They see the sense of permanence rising from the hills a few miles from Dawson. What often is left unobserved is how that ...
I grew up in the 1950s on a hill overlooking a railroad yard in western Pennsylvania, where my grandfather, two uncles, and my father all worked first as firemen, and then as engineers. In our town, the railroad wasnÎÞëÊÓÆµ™t just an employer, it was the economy, the daily sounds, and the clock that ...
I come from a family where grown men cry. My dad cried at the drop of a hat. DonÎÞëÊÓÆµ™t get me wrong, it was not in a melodramatic way. It was that quiet, involuntary welling up that happens when a TV ad lands perfectly. You know, like when a soldier returning from war surprises his kid at school, ...