This morning, Woot's got a sale on baseball gloves, not just any gloves--Rawlings gloves. I will not, again, in…
James C. SchaapMay 31, 2013
There was a telephone booth somewhere near the Variety Store back then, a telephone booth I hardly ever used. …
James C. SchaapMay 3, 2013
There's just so much about what happened in Boston on Monday that's going to happen again. Will people hate? Yes.…
James C. SchaapApril 19, 2013
Hey, I'm no purist. Maybe I should be--after all, I've been a classroom teacher for my whole life, an English…
James C. SchaapApril 5, 2013
On a plane, I'm a reader not a talker. In fact, I rather resent jabberers, warm-hearted folks, I'm sure,…
James C. SchaapMarch 21, 2013
I don't believe I will ever sing "Blessed Assurance" without thinking of my father. He never mentioned that hymn as…
James C. SchaapMarch 8, 2013
This is yesterday afternoon, a gorgeous February Sabbath, and that's my grandson writing a message in the light snow on…
James C. SchaapFebruary 21, 2013
When my master's program was over, I wasn't enamored with graduate school, and I rather missed the high-maintenance life of…
James C. SchaapFebruary 7, 2013
I showed them this old picture, something the turn-of-the century on the Rosebud, most of the kids outfitted in blankets,…
James C. SchaapJanuary 25, 2013
