Not long ago I found a tiny immature turtle, surely no bigger than a quarter, struggling on the road. No expert in…
I missed an anniversary on Friday and it was a good thing.
Today is the 135th anniversary of my maternal grandfather George Leighton’s birth in 1884, which is less than one generation removed…
After work yesterday I drove to a local Knights of Columbus Hall to donate blood. While lying on the gurney with…
Father’s Day yesterday fell on Bloomsday, a national holiday in Ireland and one of the only ones based solely upon a date in…
Many summers ago, I found seasonal work on a farm. I am no one’s American Gothic stud with a pitchfork, but I…
Admiral Richard Byrd wrote in Alone, the account of his 1933 solo scientific research project and near-death in the…
I was a pretty decent high hurdler on my high school track team back in the day. At least in our conference, which was…