On Thursday, March 21st, a group of University of Utah women basketball players walked to a local restaurant to dine when a pair of men, driving lifted pickup trucks, revved their engines and drove passed them yelling out racist language at these young student athletes.
Category Archives: My Experiences
Handle Hard Better
There’s a women’s basketball coach at Duke University whose mantra has become an attitude and a testament to strive for in life, “Handle Hard Better.”
Remembering Someone Special
Yesterday I received sad news concerning an aunt who was dying from Alzheimer’s. She’s now there in Heaven with God. But I want to go back to the first time I met her. I was seven and a half and she was sixteen. Naturally,
Rites of Spring
Oh, Spring is finally around the corner: warmer temperatures, St. Patrick’s Day sales and promotions, and springing forward with daylight savings time. I was never really a fan of moving our clocks and watches forward, being from a time before satellites that automatically changed our times for us, if we possessed that type of technology.
The Confession
“Forgive me father for I have sinned,” Joey Maccoullah, told the elderly priest in the confessional while crossing himself reverently. “It has been several years since I confessed my sins to you and to God, though I’m certain, He knows.”
Lone Bouquet Outside Marshall Cemetery
The other day I drove along Melville Road outside Cheney and just outside the chain link fence of Marshall Cemetery laid a lone bouquet. I’m sure it was more than likely left behind or discarded following a service the week prior. I could tell it more than likely appeared fake.
Hole in a Heart
It’s the title of an Eagles song that hold meaning to me because of the loss of our mother back in 2009. It became a theme song of sorts. Last week when I got back to work from my usual two-day break, I discovered during our morning meeting that there was a sympathy card for us to sign for a fellow co-worker. Having not gotten the news I asked why.
Effects
I’m tired of reporting about mass shootings of innocent people. I mean, anymore we all have become numb to this madness. Politicians either don’t or can’t do anything about this. Obviously, they are weak old men and women who rather put out press releases and promising something must be down someday.
End of an Era
There was a building years ago on East Sprague in Spokane that catered to the sex industry, calling itself Déjà vu, an adult dance club, where as my son in law described so eloquently Sunday morning was a haven for all things bad.
What Border Crisis?
We have all seen the news reports, the images of migrants from the southern borders attempting to come into Texas, New Mexico, California, and Arizona wanting a better life than what they endured in Venezuela, Honduras, and Guatemala. Yet,
Jerry Schellhammer 