Stand By Me

This blog is dedicated to Dave Huerta, Fred Clarke, John Wise, and the late Al Schafer. It is the last line in the classic film, Stand By Me: “I never had any friends later on, like the ones I had when I was twelve…Jesus….does anyone?” Fade to black. Roll the credits. I was quite young when I first saw this movie—too young to understand what that line meant. Today, I do. Each summer my mind often drifts to childhood friendships. I am blessed not only with great memories, but with the uncanny ability to recall them down to the smallest detail. Not just where we went, what we did, and the dumb things we talked about. But more importantly, how …

The Ripples Remain

It’s happening right now… Calm water is being disturbed. A stiff breeze. A raindrop. A razor-thin stone shot from the shore. A circular wave ensues, gradually and beautifully moving away from the point of impact. The ripple spreads, affecting the water all around it. We all have this same power. When I was a boy, I was a legendary pretend baseball player. On any given Michigan summer day, you could find me in the yard—a glove, a ball, a dusty, well-worn cap on my head. I was the best athlete in the world; a specimen. I’d throw the ball high in the air and make Sportcenter-worthy catches before there was such a thing. If you drove by my house, you’d …