Do you remember what it felt like to wobble and weave down the sidewalk in a drunken stupor? I hope not. But what if, in addition to that boozy feeling, your mind, without warning and even when you’re stone cold sober, occasionally goes on a tear that that...
My Scandinavian mother was a great cook. She pulled out all the stops for Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. For these holidays, she believed there were two basic food groups: cream and butter. Beyond that, everything else was a side dish. But boy, could she work...
You up for a little history lesson? No? Too bad. It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to . . . Not long after the United States became the U.S., we got involved in an obscure and nearly forgotten naval conflict with France over money we owed to the French...
It wouldn’t be too much of a stretcher to call my wife “The Bird Lady.” She loves ’em. Bird feeders all over the back yard. Bird baths. Hummingbird feeders. And they work; freeloading birds of all kinds can’t get enough of them. Even...
When I was just out of high school in 1970, I worked for a couple of summers digging ditches for a guy named Slim Manley. He had an ancient backhoe, a bulldozer, and a jack hammer. He dug ditches around the little town of Hideaway Park, a few miles west of the Winter...
