By Sean Dietrich
A crowded restaurant. I’m eating breakfast with my mother and sister. The newest addition to our family is here, too. My niece. She’s a toddler with reddish hair and the face of a renaissance cherub. Right now, she’s in a highchair, eating crayons, pooping her britches. She’s...
A Lesson From Bob Gibson: Facing Tough Competition
By Kirk McCarley
Having spent the better part of this millennium in St. Louis I became an avid follower of the Cardinals. Time spent at the current Busch Stadium and its predecessor was a slice of baseball heaven.
St. Louis boasts one of the...
By Sean Dietrich
My father’s truck. I was riding shotgun. He was skinny, shirtless, sunburned. Billy Graham was on the radio, preaching like a man with his hair on fire. Daddy didn’t do radio preachers—unless it was Billy. Daddy turned the volume up. His face went still. I’ll never forget...
Homeless Vets
By Dale Andrews
Homeless Vet's, Sidewalk sleeping,
under bridges and city streets,
tossing and turning,
on cardboard mattresses
under newspaper bed-sheets,
wet, cold, curb black snow
dreaming of a cold dumpster,
nightmare breakfast, first eaten by first ladies
the night before as fine dining.
Returning Vet's
never whining, or even talking
to no one who knows to listen
Lost, Forgotten
Brave, young...
