Elisa and I rode the same school bus 25 years ago. That I can recall, I never saw her except on the bus, and I haven’t seen her since then. I remember her as an unusually savvy 12- or 13-year-old. We were buddies. She got my jokes, and I got hers. We clicked. You know? … Read more
I attended first through fourth grade at a private Episcopalian school. About half of my classmates attended church with us as well, but for the most part I didn’t know the other half except from school. One day a buddy told me Candice was Jewish. That meant nothing to me. I knew she didn’t go … Read more
In the summer of 1996, a year before Lea and I married, she went to Atlanta on business. I drove over to enjoy dinner and an evening with her, and I enjoyed a Red Brick Ale or two. It was the first time I consciously participated in what is now a favorite tradition of mine—when … Read more