“We find more and more friends right here at Becketwood because we have a lot in common, it is a comfortable, easy place to get together.”
by Iric Nathanson That morning, Ian lay in bed awake, not ready to face the new day. He grimaced when he thought about another 12 hours of tedium in the Settlement, just like the day before and the day before that. He had no way of knowing it at the time, but this day would […] Read more
Rick Weber Butch lived in a dusty tan stucco house set back to the south from the corner of First Avenue and Ninth Street. In the next house east, a tiny asphalt side-shingled shack nearly hidden by three evergreens, lived Mr. Roberts and he “wasn’t right” as our parents would say when they whispered for […] Read more
by Dick Juhl As I get older, I sometimes think I am much like an old car or an old truck. You will know what I mean if you think about it. My eyes (headlights) do not see too well, so the light seems dimmer than when I was younger. Neuropathy makes my feet rather […] Read more