Spared Rods and Spoiled Children

By O. Victor Miller In memory of Dan Fowler “O ye! Who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain.  I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain” – Byron, Don Juan  The other day young Michael Brooks, publisher of Albany Magazine asked [...]

In Memory of Lt. Col. Frank F. Hutto, USAF Reserves

(For Linda Hutto)  Your cousin and I flew a Cessna to Eglin to visit your brave wife and children and found them surrounded by women who gather late together waiting when a fighter pilot’s lost or down. The night you ditched somewhere off the Key Largo in shallow ocean and your sergeant found your laughter [...]

Sunday School

  By O.Victor Miller In Memory of John T. Phillips, Jr.             Mother was what they called high-strung.  She’d press the heels of her hands into the temples of her hairdo – her permanent—look to heaven and declare, “I can’t stand another minute,” at which point Tillie, the black saint respon­sible for our care and [...]