Do you know why I pulled you over? asked the Dayton City cop. The Husband doesn’t respond at first to those least favorite eight words of the wayfarer. He’s focused on going through the preliminaries of getting out his license…. Read More ›
Jack
Ask me about my grand-dog
Here are my grand-kids, says my sister, holding out her smart phone for all to see. Ooh, we say. Aaah. The phone slowly passes by in an arc for the benefit of those seated at the kitchen table. Well, that’s only… Read More ›
What is the plural for Abacus anyway?
Your phone was ringing. So I killed it. You’re welcome. So does it feel like it’s been twenty years?, asks a colleague. No, not really, I say. More like twenty five. Aw, just kidding. Like I’m sure the boss was just… Read More ›
Trump ya with a Jack
Today we share the story of a good dog with a heart of gold. An otherwise great fellow who just made some very poor choices in life. One after another. After another. And so on. Fuzzy memories of our time… Read More ›
