This is a wonderful piece we revived from the archives by our good friend, Kelly Sullivan . . . A great experience for a boy who loves baseball when I signed us up for a behind the scenes tour of the Reds Stadium. We toured the locker room and were even allowed to play ball on the field. Cody was only four. One of my son’s dreams from that day on was to get a baseball from his hometown team. We went to several games, but he never got a ball. Then, at age 17, he got his first

Could we be animals our ways might run a somewhat kinder But all we’d do could prove a bit reserved, For kindness shows a kind of goodness, And goodness makes one’s wisdom kinder, With wisdom, in its turn, appreciation For all that beauty just suggests; All we’d done would stay as cage-less, As misted as a foggy morn. Courtesy Kiersta Recktenwald

I tried to catch the wind one windy day. Though all encompassing, it passed my way. It blew beyond me to a hill? a tree? then up into the...