View of Braidwood from Afar

My first eighteen years of life (1940-58) were Braidwood. Despite the fact that during 10 of those years I spent considerable time riding buses and sitting in out-of-town classrooms (St. Rose and Joliet Catholic), the essence of my being was thoroughly Braidwood. In high school, I was always considered the “kid from Braidwood” who was … Continue reading View of Braidwood from Afar →

Just a Braidwood Guy

"Everyone has a story" One of my greatest pleasures is to engage a conversation with a total stranger, at the coffee shop culture, in an airplane, on the bench in the mall, where ever the opportunity presents itself. These strangers tell me their stories. This story, however, is about my experiences over my lifetime. It … Continue reading Just a Braidwood Guy →