St. Andrew’s Academy, in the Lake Almanor area of Northern California, was founded twenty years ago this past fall, by a local boy—me. Growing up in Lake Almanor I had what I consider a story-book childhood. I swam the lake like a fish in the summer, forded every creek and river I found, hiked through… Read More ›
This summer I moved from California to Texas, and before I left, I gave back most my keys to the people who needed them and had right to them: the house key to the remaining inhabitants; a garage key for the garage door; a garage door opener; a school key to the school office, a church… Read More ›
A REPORT FROM GERMANY WITH THE ST. ANDREW’S ACADEMY CHOIR Yesterday, as of this writing, the St. Andrew’s travelers went to Buchenwald, the first major death camp of the Nazis to be liberated by American troops. Sobering is the only word I have found thus far to describe it. Even in 2015, 70 years after… Read More ›
As I sit looking at our back lawn on our typically cold Memorial Day weekend, I realize that the lawn must be mowed, and fertilizer would help greatly. I remember the landscaper’s interesting and potentially beautiful design for this lawn, full of turns and twists and beautiful arcs. I had expressed the basic idea and… Read More ›