My Sore Biceps
My biceps were sore when I got up this Wednesday morning. That’s usually something I would report to my older daughter’s “Let’s Do This! Challenge” page on Facebook after a
My biceps were sore when I got up this Wednesday morning. That’s usually something I would report to my older daughter’s “Let’s Do This! Challenge” page on Facebook after a
“The coronavirus pandemic.” Those words have become a news media logjam. Just this morning, wife Evelyn and I were watching CNN. From the time we began eating breakfast until we
Rachel Carson would be so angry with me. After years of keeping her best-selling investigative book, “Silent Spring,” in a storage box I finally read it last year. It wasn’t
The state fair. Six Flags. Walt Disney World. Your birthday party. Each of these is one event in time. For the most part it is expected that we will enjoy