by James E. Copple In 1960, I was 10 years old and living in the Ruskin Heights suburb of Kansas City, an idyllic community occupied mostly by veterans of World War II and Korea. The houses were all the same, with public parks and well-lit streets, and the neighborhood kids would gather on long summer […]
By James E Copple It seemed like big trouble at the time, but a battle about bologna sandwiches ended up being the foundation of a legacy I cherish. I was in fourth grade, and we were scratch-farmers living in Lee’s Summit, a Missouri suburb of Kansas City. We had a few horses, four pigs, about […]
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By James E. Copple My parents weren’t wealthy and left little personal property. I have the wallet my father was carrying when he died – it had a five-dollar bill in it that I can’t bring myself to spend. Beyond that, there is nothing tangible. But in the precious intangibles, I have inherited a rich […]
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