Cup on the Bus

My name is Francis; apparently, some of you know me as France. My grandmother has had quite the adventure and will be telling you about it p...

My grandson, Francis, wandered into the Washington DC adventure because our destinations might coincide, and he could use a favor. As you...

The sun is shining, the thermometer is just short of fifty, and there are cars in the nursery parking lot.  It’s good for both my expecta...

This morning Francis is on the downside of Mountain Top. He says, on FaceBook, it’s a gradual descent into DC. In spite of the mud, he se...

These last two grandkids, Francis and Caroline, have been raised to think and do. Beth, their mother, owned and managed a well known rest...