National Plan Your Own Epitaph Day Lets Us Poke Fun at Ourselves for Eternity
Final Thoughts
My daughter tells me that spring is her favorite season. This, of course, is...
It’s the bottom of the whatever. Two men on base and I don’t know...
I walk the path I once walked as a boy. Tree roots rise from the...
Memories… It’s Thanksgiving Day. I’m bundled in one of those winter coats that my...
As the summer draws to a close and I bemoan the end of lazy...
Cleaning? Great. But never in the spring. The cold has receded. The merciless piles...
Sunrise. I step outside my apartment and head for the parking lot. As I...
Every year on Feb. 1, Americans turn their gaze to Punxsutawney, Penn., with hopes that...