In the past, I’ve had my fair share of garage sales. Every time within hours of starting one, I would say, “Never again!” Then, within hours of the sale ending, I would load up all the leftovers and say, “Never again!”
The king and queen of the Netherlands came for a visit to West Michigan recently. As the son of a Dutch immigrant, but a man who considers himself fully American, this was an event that struck me as both interesting and odd.
This June has brought up a memory for me. It is a June 60 years ago (1955) when I was a young U.S. Army private being transferred from the Aberdeen Proving Grounds in Maryland down to Fort Bragg, N.C., and the town of Fayetteville — from the north to the south.