May God bless you and your...
I have a story about my Grandmother and a situation with my son. Perhaps he fell and cried. Perhaps he got too excited in the presence of company. Memory is a funny thing since I don’t remember what he did but I do recall feeling that he had lost his composure and I sternly admonished him to "tighten back up". No sooner did the last word tumble from my mouth before she stopped me with a firm voice, a glare, and the words "the days of raising boys like that are long over." I had thought that...
Kevin Sachs
May 24, 2011 | Chicago, IL


