Mr. Bob

Mac peered over his machine. His frantic foreman missed the wiser-than-you’ll-ever-be smile.   Mac was never disrespectful. But nobody messed with Shop Steward Billy McGuire, WWII U.S. Army Veteran.   I

I peel leaf-colored clumps from my shovel. The clay carries memories, art class, wonders of the kiln, the rabbi’s head on a silver dish atop

Before six seats and a trough of oysters, before J. Oliver slathers the wall in homespun, Charles Peters sells squash here, and

Lydia Bixby and Abraham Lincoln Introduction Executive Mansion, Washington, Nov. 21, 1864. Dear Madam, I have been shown in the files of the War Department

The presidential scholar drips delicate fingers down his chin. With smooth, white, Ivy-infused certitude, he promises. Our institutions are strong. We will be just fine.   Let’s