Before I met Robbie - a lanky, shy sixth grader who attended Sequoia School - I did things like raise money for the Boys & Girls Club because I thought it made sense. It was the right thing to do. It made me feel good. That type of thing.
Last year when I made my annual pilgrimage to my mom's house to watch the New Year's college bowl festival at her neighbor's house, I told her that for the first time in recent memory I was not counting down the days until the calendar could be turned to start a new year because I was anxious to shed myself of the last one. I told her that for once, things had not been too bad and life was all right.
November 24, 2013|
By DAVE CAMPBELL The Bulletin