How a ceramic steeple church bought by my father in 1986 became the centerpiece of a holiday display forty years later.

My brothers granted me the honor to eulogize each of my parents after their death. I’m posting them here because it is some of my best writing—or at minimum, writing I am most proud of.

Ask someone “what was your first car?” and you’ll likely get a steady stream of memories. For me, a slight variation prompts similar reflection: “What was your first Mac?”