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Last week in this column I reminisced how birthdays in my boyhood home were basically a non-event. Ironically, that same week, Marilyn and I were invited to a friend’s surprise birthday party where I thoroughly enjoyed seeing old friends and meeting new people. I was...

As a kid, my family was never big on birthdays. Shoot, at the Grubb house it wasn’t at all uncommon to be sitting at the dinner table eating supper, when suddenly, as though hit on the back of the head, someone might announce, “Hey, isn’t today your birthday?” With...

The New Year’s celebration is a bittersweet event in my life personally…it’s the anniversary of the passing of one of my heroes, my older brother David. Even today, 15 years later, I pause to reflect fondly on his life. Dave was a freshman at Berne Union in 1958; the...