I couldn't let my friend Ray go without writing down a few things. I'm glad I got to tell him how I felt when we got together. I remember...

There was a bunk behind Greg Lynch’s house. It sat about a third of the way up from the ground in a giant maple, like the mythical...

I’d never have written a word if it wasn’t for Terry Shaw. Oh, I’d send emails. I’d text. But that would have been the sum of it. Now...

How do you thank someone who’s helped make your lifelong dream come true? How do you approach it when you’ve never met them? What do you...

My brother, Mike, and his wife, Lorraine Button Tracy, got the hell out of Dodge in 1978 after Lorraine found a note on her desk that...

I live down by the Susquehanna River. On the good side of the water. But that poses some problems. I can’t sit on my porch these summer...

"Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see." I think Edgar Allan Poe — if he had a chance to revise the thought — would...

One Sunday night in 1981, I was in a bus station with my old buddy Ronnie. We had no money left after a weekend visit to State College....

In the early 70s, I spent my Catholic grade school days avoiding family conflict. Much of it hinged on polyester dress slacks. St. John...

Growing up I took piano lessons and failed miserably. I learned three chords and two scales before all my hopes of musicianship...