Memories. John’s column had me staring at the Mommy Crayon Portraits in my office. Reminded me of a column I wrote in 2008. I love my teenagers, but I miss my babies. No wonder their artwork is still hanging around.
Class acts. This story caught my attention last weekend. This man’s quiet work ethic was a faith-restorer. Three days later it was a faith-restoring tsunami. As native Detroiter, I tip my hat. And, as the man says, “Let’s all look out for one another and you’ll stay classy, you hear?” I hear.