Old-school news, just in time
by Kevin Burton By one measure it has been Christmas season for weeks now, but by another it hasn’t started yet. I used to say it isn’t Christmas season until I have broken one of the glass Christmas tree ornaments. At least twice before we were married, I came to Jeannette’s house to …
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by Kevin Burton This is going to be harder than I thought, maybe much harder. Home sweet home is getting a makeover. I have written about my mother’s move to an assisted living facility last summer and the chaos of organizing her new place and fitting new furniture and other things into our …
by Kevin Burton Memories aren’t what they used to be, but I’m good with it. For some reason one of the headlines on a story in Sports Illustrated has stayed with me down through the years. I used it above: “Win Some, Lose Some, Split The Rest.” My memory said that headline …
by Kevin Burton Did a little Christmas shopping today me and the wife. We were in the moment. The moment had been delayed at least three weeks, but it was still a moment. Let’s call it a moment out of place. We didn’t get 100 percent of the things done that we …
by Kevin Burton I have a friend who hates Christmas music. I just giggle every time I think about that. If you knew this friend, actually a former manager of mine, she is so upbeat and positive about everything. If you woke up determined to be downcast you’d want to steer clear of …
by Kevin Burton It was years after the fact when he told the story, but the anger was still there in his voice. Apparently someone in obstetrics at the Minot Air Force Base suggested that my father could, or maybe should, allow my newborn sister Patricia to die. This was before she …
by Kevin Burton An open letter to a “friend” of sorts, Pete Rose. Dear Pete, In my house I always had to defend you. My father didn’t respect you, said you got all your hits with two outs and nobody on and hit into double plays with men on. I never …
by Kevin Burton I went literary on you last Friday. Hope that was OK. I wrote about my mother moving to an assisted living facility and the parallels for that move and my move to the Ohio State School for the Blind as a fourth grader in 1972 (“Love, Tears And Doing The …
by Kevin Burton At a church I attended in Columbus years ago, the pastor mistakenly referred to my “wife and kids” one day. Back then I had neither wife nor kids, but his mistake was understandable. I am mentioning this anecdote today as I try to define the term “family.” A good …
by Kevin Burton The least attractive piece of furniture I own might be the most precious. It’s a night stand by my bed that didn’t begin its furniture life as a night stand. For the back story we go way back to my time at the Ohio State School for the Blind. …
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