Last fall, I met a man in front of his home in Hamtramck. His told me that his name was Mr. Ben Jaros, that he was 97 years old and had lived each of those years in this very house (except for the ones when he was enlisted in World War II). I snapped a photo in […]
Written in honor and memory of friend and colleague Steven Kolberg, whose battle with cancer and and dance with life ended today. We drove to that strange state packed tight in the car and buckled in with greeting cards and a somber air. There in the back yard, I was surprised that he could see […]
Grandma died last week. After 2 ½ years of bedrest in a trailer she shared with Dad and his girlfriend, she passed away. Everyone remarked at how she had been of sound mind until the very end. “Just yesterday she called me a nigger!” said one of the home-care nurses with the strange fondness that […]
