My Neighbor, Mr. Jacobs

When I was in the third grade, my family suffered a bankruptcy. We lost the house we owned and moved into a small rental house. Even though the rental house was much older and not as well maintained as our other home had been, my brothers and I managed to find the good qualities in…

Help Me!

“Help me! Help me!” We came closer to the pleading person as we casually trekked along downtown Indianapolis on our way to a coffee break. It was a balmy day, and our son visiting from Chicago and our youngest granddaughter were with us. Our son wanted to visit “The Oldest Shoe Store in the United…