In the fifth grade, a bully named Ronnie terrorized our class. Having failed a grade, he was bigger, stronger,
Read MoreI relaxed in my recliner as I watched my favorite football team in the final game of the season. The play clock showed three seconds remaining.
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Read MorePicture a sixty-five pound English bulldog, hiding under our bed, trembling in terror from a vacuum cleaner.
Read MoreEver hear, “There’s no such thing as a dumb question?” I have to disagree. Over the years I’ve heard (and asked) my share of, let’s call them, “less-than-intelligent interrogative inquires.”
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