“Whatever you want, boys, it’s on me,” Joe Laz told his sons, Bill and Lee, at the Kiwanis in downtown Aurora, Illinois. Joe was anticipating steaks or pork chops, a few respectable martinis, perhaps even a slice of something sweet for dessert. Heck, why not? You can’t live your life in a shoebox, he thought. […]Read more "Storytelling From the Heartland"