Author Archives: garygunderson

Rockwell, Pennsylvania is right where you’d cross the “t” in Trump. Like other small towns along the abandoned rails between Pittsburgh and Cumberland, Maryland, the town was rich in the past, now mostly broke. One of the few heartbeats is … Continue reading →

About four months ago I was rocking and jolting along Amtrak rails from Chicago to New York. We were passing over the Alleghenies when I noticed an article in the Amtrak magazine about the conversion of the railroad on the … Continue reading →

A revolution is breaking out where you’d least expect it: North Carolina. This one started as an accident, as many do. The McCrory administration pushed through a commitment to outsource the NC Medicaid program to managed care organizations, then caught … Continue reading →

One of the things I miss most of Memphis is John Kilzer. Memphis is missing him today, too. After a life larger than life, John found a way to die yesterday in an out of state rehab center tangled one … Continue reading →

I’m a follower of Jesus, as best one can two millennia on.  Most days, it’s not very impressive as far as discipleship goes. But holidays such as Christmas are like speed-bumps that slow me down to notice what matters most … Continue reading →

If hospital systems are like yacht clubs, public health people would live unnoticed in one of the Winnebago’s across the parking lot (that’s ours on the left)). Why would anyone choose a career so likely to end up in a … Continue reading →

The wind from the second unprecedented hurricane in two weeks was still swirling through the trees. So I paid attention when the United Nations Climate report said we had a dozen years to fundamentally change our lives to avoid runaway … Continue reading →

Between overdosing on CNN while spending time in Las Vegas and New Orleans, I found myself googling …. Gomorrah. Maybe you can relate. The story in the 18th chapter of Genesis is about how many righteous people a city needs … Continue reading →

Many who read my new book like the last four pages best. There I visit the story of the last breakfast, when Jesus cooked fish for his remnant. So much better than those little wafers and grape juice! That simple … Continue reading →