Growing Old, Gracefully.

I don’t want to scold my dad, Vern. After all, he’s in heaven, fishing and soaking up the good life. However, I got a message last night from Saint Joseph, saying Vern’s staying clear of my mom, Irene, and she’s hanging out in the lonely corner of heaven.  I know …

I’m stuck in a middle seat toward the rear of the plane, close to the bathroom that has been very popular recently. In fact, there is a line of seven passengers slowly marching forward, a few in obvious panic mode. As one departs the luxurious confines, an odor wafts out, …

I still have Washoe Valley mice multiplying in my glove compartment. In my first trap attempts, I used peanut butter or sharp cheddar cheese. However, they cleverly learned to delicately remove my bait without triggering the device. My higher education came into play. I …

Sherry and I have been blessed to have a pack (three or four dogs) join our family for nearly 40 years. We’ve learned a whole bunch along the way. For those of you who may be considering bringing your own pack of dogs into your lives, here are a few of our lessons learned: …

Two decades ago, I had a “kind-of friend” named Pat. He had a habit of pointing out my shortcomings. This is the closest I can recall the last time Pat brought his A (acerbic) game to our conversation. Pat: “You are the least macho guy I know.” Me: “How …