This is a nice story.
One last duty for the old soldier to perform.
“It’s just about the one public service left that I’m doing,” he says. “We don’t have many of the World War II vets left. It’s important to me.”
Long but interesting read for the weekend. One more story of how some wealthy people are--at least for a short while--successfully played for suckers.
I'm so old I remember when there used to something else to help young people turn into adults.
They were called parents.
Also Jonah related: his moving eulogy for his father-in-law.
Derrick Henry got his degree and pays a lovely tribute to his late grandmother.
This is so Philadelphia.
A sweet story. (The "Inspired Life" section of the Washington Post has more sweet stories. It almost makes up for the horror their op-ed page has become.) Link via my older daughter.
A sweet tribute to a college job working at Al's Deli in Evanston.
. . . Al’s Deli would become the best, most formative job I ever had. It was a place that taught me about food, wine, love, and became a reassuring constant when my family was splintering apart. It even led me down a path of food and beer writing. And it revealed to me one of life’s simplest truths: A well-made sandwich is the quickest path we mortals have to experiencing the divine.
Not a good idea.