Month: August 2006

    It’s 2:17 a.m.; I’m sitting on my front porch with my laptop, watching the rain cascade over the eaves troughs […]

    Last Saturday I ran in to a gentleman I used to work with before I retired from Highlands in 1999. […]

    Dear Abby, the iconic giver of advice to the lovelorn (whose column has been taken over by a daughter), often […]

    “He’s not a mechanic, he’s just a parts changer.” It was more than a half-century ago that my dad made […]

    I hit a man in the eye. Not really. I just used the sentence as a way of demonstrating how […]