In my previous post, The Knife Sharpener and Jimmy – Part 1 I wrote briefly about growing up outside of Chicago in a suburb called Cicero. For lack of a better word, Jimmy was perhaps as close a friend as anyone could have in that...

Mrs. Goldsmith was in her late 30’s when I first met her at my middle school. She had an older daughter that was 1 year ahead of me and Mrs. Goldsmith volunteered quite a bit at the school. As a 7th grade school boy I was struck by her grace...

They seem to come in the form of a Facebook update with the morning review of the iPhone or an email update from an unfamiliar “Class of 88” address heading. They seem to stream to the top of the feed and email queue among the pictures of...