Cup on the Bus

Mom was a vacation improviser.   If there was a river across our route she scoured the map for a ferry crossing.     If it only took us a da...

Years ago, probably the late ‘80’s, when America’s love affair with the SUV was barely conceived, Jan and I were walking through a parking l...

  I have video!   In the end I realized I am techno-incompetent and took my movie DVD back to the fellow who DVD’d the VHS.   I downloaded ...

When Jan came back from hauling the latest stack of charityquilts to the distribution committee of her guild she was upset.   Seventy five ...

Once I was at Beth’s house for lunch and she asked if I could mind the kids for twenty minutes while she went to the bank.   It must have b...