ART CLASSES

  Sometime during the thirty-five years of my being an art instructor to adults, I became teacher, preacher, and psychologist to some of the one hundred and fifty or so individuals I worked with each week. I did not ask to become a confidant or a keeper of their...

LETTERS

My Brother Paul read many letters that I wrote to him while he was stationed with The Screaming Eagles 101st Airborne Division during the Korean War. He informed me that two of his friends did not receive letters and asked me to write to them.  At the McKay Street...

Th Campmobile

Driving out Preston Highway early one morning, I noticed an orange and white Volkswagen Campmobile sitting on a Used Car Sales Lot. An artist friend of  mine owned one and I knew this fortunate sighting was a solution to my problem of needing a larger vehicle to...

A Failed Romance

And then there was the time I decided to play Cupid for one of my artist friends. I will not list names because this story does not have a blissful storybook ending.  I made an announcement in my art class that I had a handsome friend who was available and when a...

MUHAMMAD ALI

       Because he was my son Duion’s friend and classmate at Saint Xavier High School in Louisville, Kentucky and spent many hours in our Illinois Avenue home, I came to consider Frank Sadlo to be my Fourth son.      Frank’s father was a Louisville lawyer and one...