"We were here."
nonfiction
Never Forget
They came from all walks of life. Bankers, lawyers, factory workers, young and old. They had hopes and dreams, lives stretched ahead of them. They had mothers, sisters, wives, and children. Yet when the world changed in an instant they steeled their resolve, put down their lives and off they went. They traded their suits … Continue reading Never Forget
The Field
The season has ended. The dust has settled, the stands have emptied, and the bats and balls and well-worn caps put away until next year. Our national pastime is placed on a shelf, there to gather dust for another dark winter, until with the spring the boys of summer return, and we can hear the … Continue reading The Field
The Good
In all of this anger and vitriol and self-righteous proclamation, we have taken two candidates for our highest office and reduced them to cruel effigies: the very embodiment of all that we despise. These aren’t symbols, or demons, or boogeymen. These are people.
The Voice
In 1950, a new broadcaster with fiery red hair lent his voice to the Brooklyn Dodgers. For sixty-seven years, through broken color barriers and no-hitters and world series, through countless wins and losses, his voice became the voice of summer for generations of Dodgers fans.
Michael T. Kuester 