Taking Pride in the Little Things
This morning, I was walking my dog Rosco and we came across a heavy-duty paper plate, torn in half and obviously abandoned by some trash-picking raccoon. For some reason, Rosco…
Where Have All the Manners Gone?
Look, I may have plenty of negative qualities, but I’m no prude. I can trade insults with the best of them and swear like a sailor on shore leave. But…
Close Encounters of the Wildlife Kind
You never expect this kind of thing. Running, after all, is supposed to be GOOD for you. So, it never (or almost never) occurs to you that it could be…
Rules Are Made to Be Broken?
A couple of weeks ago, I (briefly) sat down with my dad to watch a little bit of a women’s basketball game. Don’t ask me what league it was or…