Meet Joe Black
One summer day back in the mid-1960s, my older brother and I were at a baseball game in Cincinnati, in a ballpark that no longer exists. My mother had driven the three of us so that I could see Willie Mays play. I had a…
The Slice archive for March 4, 2012
SUNDAY, MARCH 4, 2012
When others want to choose for you
There were a fair number of people out walking, jogging and riding bikes this morning. Here's hoping everyone looked both ways and paid attention to lingering slick spots and potholes. But, for a few of us, there was another issue. There was a young border…
The online home for Paul Turner's musings and interactions with disciples of The Slice.