It is a rare moment I find myself in. It’s 8:23 on a Wednesday morning, and I’m home, not at the radio station, entertaining thousands
A perfect day…almost.
Today is Memorial Day. The true meaning of the day didn’t really take hold for me until I was well into my adulthood. My father
The month of August was a very busy one for your humble correspondent. Indeed, I see that my last post was on the 2nd, several
I am that masked man.
August is here. In many ways, it’s starting like every August we’ve had since we moved in here back in 1994. It’s hot, sunny, and,
Cracks in the dike.
How do you enforce the rules when the people in charge of enforcement don’t want to enforce? The other day, I wrote that the sheriff
The relentless pursuit of perfection.
Sitting out on our deck on the next-to-last full day of spring, with the temperature a balmy 72 degrees and the sky filled with puffy
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