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  1. Saturday, January 1, 1983 · Don Krumpos

    Harold and the Laying on of Hands

    Some of my clearest childhood memories of church are not from Sunday worship itself but from the odd currents that swirled around it—potlucks, basement coffee, revival language drifting through fellowship halls, and certain visitors who seemed to arrive from a…

  2. Saturday, December 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    Keep Playing Here

    It was winter in Wisconsin, sometime in the mid-eighties, when snow came in deep drifts against the hedgerows and the cold had a blue cast by late afternoon. My sister and I had been outside for hours, tunneling through snowbanks,…

  3. Sunday, January 1, 1995 · Don Krumpos

    Call Me, I'll Come

    After my mother died, something in my father loosened. Or dimmed. As a younger person I sometimes thought of it as him not paying as much attention, and there was truth in that. Some vigilance left him. Some energy that…