Month: March 2018

I miss my dad. He died at age 94 — way back last century. He was long-lived and clung on, […]

As my wife, Bonnie, and I read Sunday’s Optic, she said, “Did you notice the grammatical error in one of […]

“Gee, Dad, I wonder if maybe I could kind of like borrow the car tonight. Some of the guys are […]