Several weeks ago my son, Brendan, and I traveled back to his home away from home, Guatemala, to teach in his old school. These are some of the photographs he took while down there. They are perfect for today: Good Friday: The Day of the...

No Fear, Just Pain

By Eugene C. Scott Not the actual truck The Nissan truck with the No Fear off-road package sat in the drive. Big knobby tires, six-inch lift package, fancy rims, dual exhaust.“Semper Fi,” said a sticker in the back window. We had driven from Winter Park to Loveland,...

How Did 9.11 Impact You?

By Eugene C. Scott Vail Mountain rose behind us unmoved. I, however, was trembling. I stood at its base on the ski slope holding a microphone. Beside me stood a friend, an Episcopalian priest. I felt out of place there wearing dress shoes, a dark tie, and a suit. Not...

Size Matters

By Eugene C. Scott Size matters. Especially to 12-year-old boys. That’s the year, 1969, I began to believe bigger was better. Every Friday night my best-friend Bruce and I would walk to a mall in our neighborhood to hang out. We always hoped there would be girls...