Journalism used to be about digging out the truth, good ideas versus bad ideas. During my lifetime it became good ideology versus bad ideology. Now it is good people (with the right ideology) versus bad people (with the wrong ideology). We treat those with “wrong” ideologies as targets. This ought not to be so. My news comes...
A remarkable student once asked me, “Mr. Cram, what made you become who you are?” The answer is as complicated and as simple as life itself. I write about this only rarely, and I plan to include the really interesting stuff just about the time I’m on my death bed and can no longer remember it.
Mentioning my hobby often stops conversations and raises eyebrows. Those who know me but don’t know about what my dreams for my backyard are, look at me, shake their heads a bit, and then just grin when they find out. Watch for updates on the Brandywine Steam Railway and Navigation Company here.
Long, long ago I entered college with a plan to become a high school teacher somewhere in red mesa country, fall in love, and have a nice family. That’s all I wanted to be and do; it seemed simple enough at the time. Almost fifty years later I find that I have indeed fallen in love, raised a wonderful family, and was teaching at a high school school on a street named after the nearby red mesa. My life has come full circle. The journey took me places I never dreamt and allowed me to do and become the unexpected.
Some know me as Don Cram, writer; some as Doc, member of not-for-profit boards of directors; some as Father, a parish priest and cathedral canon; some as Mr C, science and math teacher; others as Pipstow, the railroad gardener; and others as Donald O. Cram, the (briefly) Nobel laureate; but increasingly I seem to be known as grandpa, and that pleases me more than I have words to describe. Which moniker you use depends on where we met along the circle.
Now the circle widens. My wife is looking toward retirement, my children are heading for middle age, and the grandchildren are soon to take over. I feel as if I’m just taking off in life. I gave notice at the huge high school and school district where I have been for years and am thrilled to be growing with a brand new public charter high school. I’m editing and completing my fiction novels for publication. And I’m relaying track in the garden.
To see what’s happening, look at my diary. Two warnings are in order: Everything there is intensely and intimately personal, and everything there is excruciatingly uninteresting.Read More