How Shall We Live Together (7)

How Shall We Live Together (7)

Shortly after Joan and I began dating, some 36 years ago, a child was born down the road from her family’s farm. The baby, a little boy, was born deaf, so just as soon as he grew old enough to play outside, the county installed a road sign of a little boy wearing...
How Shall We Live Together (7)

How Shall We Live Together (6)

It’s been an exciting week in Danville. On Monday, our town board passed an ordinance that allows people to drive golf carts on the town streets and announced it on Facebook, anticipating, wrongly as it turns out, that Danvillians would welcome this development.  A...
How Shall We Live Together (5)

How Shall We Live Together (5)

When I was seven years-old, my mother began teaching at St. Susanna School in Plainfield. Up until then she had enjoyed a life of leisure raising five small children. Five kids born in six years, she being Catholic, and the times being what they were. Mom had attended...
How Shall We Live Together (5)

How Shall We Live Together (4)

When I was 18 years-old I began attending Plainfield Friends Meeting, after the young women at Danville Friends Meeting kept telling me the two things no young man wants to hear─You’re like a brother to me, and I just want to be your friend. So I began attending...
How Shall We Live Together (7)

How Shall We Live Together (3)

We’ve been thinking about the characteristics of responsible nations, and today I want to talk about the difference between can’t and won’t.  Something happened to me last week that brought this to mind. I was driving on Road State 39, south of Danville, and a man...