When a man who writes history for fifty years tells me there is "one certainty of history," I want to hear what he has to say.
The One Certainty Of History
We Are His Hands
World War II was over. Animosity was beginning to subside. In an effort toward reconciliation some German students volunteered to help rebuild a cathedral in England, one of the many bombing casualties of the Luftwaffe, the German air force.
A Mouth-Watering Dish
The words sizzled like frying bacon. The announcement tantalized the senses like early morning coffee: “Lincoln is not in his coffin.” It was 1887, twenty-two years after Booth’s bullet found its mark, twenty-two years after the state funeral, twenty-two years after multitudes witnessed the casket slowly lowered into the earth.