Hunger

Hunger Niles Reddick                   “Dad, I’m hungry,” my son said on his way to the pantry. I was reviewing the guide on the television to find something to take my mind away from all the bad news in the world. Before I could tell him we just had dinner an hour ago, and he didn’t need it, he was half-way into a pop tart, a peanut butter one sprayed…

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Meeting Coach Bowden

Meeting Coach Bowden Niles Reddick                   Yes, I went to Florida State for graduate school, but while I was spending endless nights pouring through library resources, the same library where students were shot years later by a random nut with an egocentric cause, co-eds were drinking, whooping it up, and chopping air and chanting at Doak Campbell stadium for our Seminoles.  Charlie Ward was quarterback, Warrick Dunn was a…

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