Merry heart, dancing feet

By John Pierce Friends who join me for an Atlanta Braves game often talk more about the characters they meet at Turner Field than the onfield action. Those of us seated down the left field line know one of those characters as simply “Herman.” The...

On speaking for others

By John Pierce My lack of a strong interest in the current national political scene saves time and a good bit of frustration. However, it does produce a slither of guilt — since buying in long ago to the importance of being an informed voter. But I think enough...

Reminder to self: Be

By John Pierce Throughout my many years of moving among college students, I was intrigued by their approaches to decision making. I even went back to school to explore this subject. Specifically, I sought to understand how college students make decisions at a stage in...

The gift of nice neighbors

By John Pierce Good neighbors are usually taken for granted until you have a bad one. Fortunately, I’ve had a lot more of the former than the latter. Whether living in a suburban Atlanta neighborhood in constant transition or a quieter place where people settle...

Spahn and rain

Spahn’s Purple HeartBy John Pierce Rain washed out batting practice and delayed the start of the Braves game last night. So my daughter Meredith and I had time to explore Turner Field — although I’m rather familiar with every artistic expression, ice...