A hole in our heads? Or our hearts? Why they call it Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus entirely escapes me. There’s nothing normal about it. For obvious reasons, however, the condition’s name has been shortened to its initials: NPH. The cause of the...
. . . bet on it. The Lord’s in there somewhere. I’ve written about Forrest and Lakin Huckabey before. He’s the shrimpy guy (despite this, his best high school sport was basketball) who did two tours as a sniper in Afghanistan with the 10th Mountain...
This is not your father’s “World Kissing Day” I spend a lot of time in Koelbel Library, a very nice facility in a suburb south of Denver. While I could blog at home, I prefer the library because it lacks two very tempting distractions: the...
When it finally quit going wrong Just good folks. That’s how I’d describe the 150 or so people, overwhelmingly Canadian, who attended our Reist/Archer family reunion near the little farming communities of Didsbury and Olds north of Calgary. Sure, there...
Fiddling while Rome burns I spend many hours blogging at my local library. They regularly host events on a wide variety of topics. I rarely take one in; its tough enough for me to keep on track without one more distraction. However, recently a program called...