Boys of Winter

One afternoon in St. Petersburg, Florida, I stopped to watch Fred Broadwell waiting for a pitch, crouching over the strike zone, leaning into the wind, seemingly suspended.  The ball floated toward the plate.  He chopped it toward the shortstop and shuffled...

Shadows Play On This Stage

Only shadows play in the Tabor Opera house.  But for Evelyn Furman, it is an attic filled with memories.  They survive because of her single minded devotion to the old theater in Leadville, Colorado.  She saved it from the wrecking ball until younger...

Singer Saves a Town

I was sitting in a small cafe.  At the other end of the counter was a man who looked like Lincoln.  He was big and rawboned and about 80.  His voice pierced and rattled like an old bugle.  I couldn’t help overhearing.  He was holding...