Well friends, if you are anything like me, you might still carry a few fond memories of the summer of 1976. I was younger then, full of energy, and I remember watching the tall ships sailing proudly into New York Harbor. I remember the red, white, and blue fire hydrants in our neighborhood and the […]
Walking Down the Aisles is Walking Through Our Culture Picture a typical Tuesday evening in your hometown. The sun is just starting to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. You grab a metal cart with a squeaky right wheel and step through the automatic sliding doors. You are […]
The Roots of the American Dream There is a special kind of magic in the smell of a freshly cut lawn on a Saturday morning. If you have lived in this great country as long as I have, you know exactly what I mean. That scent brings back a flood of memories. It is the […]
Introduction: The Shift From Big-Box Stores Back to Community Hubs Picture a typical Saturday morning thirty years ago. The situation was familiar to almost every American family. We would pile into the station wagon and drive miles down the interstate to a massive, windowless big box store. We bought our tomatoes in hard plastic clamshells. […]
A Memory of Dirt Roads and Endless Horizons I still remember the smell of sunbaked earth on long summer afternoons. When I was just a boy, the world felt impossibly large. We did not have much in the way of material wealth, but we had the sky. We had the wind blowing across the fields. […]
The Kitchen Table of Yesterday I remember the steady clatter of silverware against porcelain in my mother’s kitchen. It was the early nineteen fifties, and the world felt both vast and wonderfully simple. We lived in Peoria, Illinois, in a modest two-story house with a sprawling elm tree in the front yard. In those days, […]
The Gentle Hum of Twilight The late afternoon sun dips below the rooflines, casting long, golden shadows across the cracked sidewalks of our neighborhoods. The streetlights flicker to life with a quiet, electric hum. It is a beautiful sight. This gentle fading of the light signals the end of another day of labor, ambition, and […]
The Echoes of the Glass Palaces I remember the soft echo of water splashing in the grand indoor fountains. If you close your eyes, you can probably still smell the warm cinnamon pretzels and the roasted nuts drifting down the long, brightly lit corridors. For a long time, the massive indoor shopping mall was the […]
I can still smell the scent of cut grass and hear the rhythmic click of a manual push mower on a Saturday morning. It is a memory that lives deep in my bones. When I was a young boy, the space behind our house was not much more than a patch of wild clover, a […]
The Dawn of Our Daily Grind The dawn breaks quietly over this vast, beautiful land. Long before the sun crests the horizon, before the yellow school buses begin their morning routes, and before the city streets fill with the hum of early traffic, there is a singular, uniting sound. It is the soft click of […]