The Cars We Loved — and the Freedom They Gave Us

There was a time when getting behind the wheel felt like stepping into your own story. Not the kind with GPS, seat sensors, or Bluetooth—but the kind with rumble, chrome, and wind coming through the open vent window. It wasn’t just transportation. It was identity. And if you were lucky enough to come of age … Read more

The Forgotten Courage of Witold Pilecki — The Man Who Volunteered for Auschwitz

There are acts of courage that feel too large to measure. Not because they’re impossible to understand, but because they were chosen when no one would have expected anyone to choose them. Witold Pilecki’s story is one of those. In 1940, as Nazi forces tightened their grip on occupied Poland, he volunteered — not to … Read more

The Forgotten Courage of Witold Pilecki — The Man Who Volunteered for Auschwitz

In the summer of 1940, in a small office tucked inside a Japanese consulate in Kaunas, Lithuania, a man sat at his desk, writing by hand. Page after page. Hour after hour. His wife brought him meals he barely touched. His signature became a lifeline. That man was Chiune Sugihara. And the documents he signed … Read more

Red Army discovering concentration camps: A True Story From a Member of the Troop

“The actual camp appeared like an untidy slaughterhouse. A pungent smell hung heavily in the air… The further we walked into the site, the stronger the smell of burnt flesh became, and dirty-black ash rained down on us from the heavens, darkening the snow… Innumerable exhausted, wretched figures with shrunken faces and bald heads were … Read more

I THINK WHAT WE HAD WAS THE FUTURE, AND WE DIDN’T KNOW IT.

There was a time when we thought the future would be flying cars… But what we really miss are drive-ins, jukeboxes, and backseats without seatbelts. When the world felt big, but our neighborhoods felt safe. When Saturday mornings smelled like pancakes and sounded like cartoons. We grew up believing that by the year 2000, we’d … Read more

the Land That Made Me, Me

Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot.There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me.For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn. We … Read more