by John G. Self | Dec 24, 2012 | Stories
It is Christmas Eve day and the only thing of any consequence on my schedule is the traditional lunch with my wife, perhaps a movie, and then the early evening Choral Eucharist. No shopping, no last minute rushing around. And best of all, no work. It wasn’t always...
by John G. Self | Dec 14, 2012 | Stories
Pots and pans, lots of pots and pans. That is how I remember my first job. Those darned pans, a workplace that was hot in the summer and cold in the winter, unless the nearby kettle was being fired to cook apples, cherries or, my holiday favorite, brandied mince...
by John G. Self | Apr 27, 2012 | Stories
As I have written in the past, my father was my true north. We did not always agree, but he was a good man, a talented retail baker/cake decorator, a devoted husband, and a man who loved ideas. He loved a good debate and could strike up a conversation with a brick...
