Now I’m a lot like John Hannibal Smith on the 1980’s show “The A Team”. You may remember Mr. T and the other team members who could fix about any problem. This program was full of adventure, danger, and trials, but right at the stroke of the hour, things would work out, and Hannibal would say, “I love it when a plan comes together,” and all would be set aright! (Read Blog)

Taking the Christmas decorations down is never as enjoyable or exciting as putting them up, and I usually dread that job. For one thing, the items usually expand (like I do) and don’t quite fit back into the places from which they came! (Read Blog)

Last week I ran into a friend at Wal-Mart, and she said, “I saw the ad in the paper about your anniversary celebration, but I didn’t understand it.” While standing in the store aisle in the midst of the pre-Christmas rush, I really couldn’t explain the Saturday Night Group; in fact with lots of time to remember, I’m not sure that I can. How can one explain a golden anniversary celebration taking place in the midst of a reunion of former teen-agers who came together every Saturday night to stay 3 or 4 hours in a simple, dimly-lit church basement whose entertainment consisted of one pool table, one ping-pong table, one table foosball game, and an air hockey game? You’d have to have been there to understand it; even if you were there, you probably don’t understand it. I was there almost every time it met for almost 20 years, and I still stand amazed at its simplicity, its longevity and, most of all, its impact. (Read Blog)

He's one of the "toughest prosecutors in the country", but you'll be surprised about what else he's doing. (Read Blog)

Having a rant every now and then is "good therapy". (Read Blog)

We all have jobs titles. Some of us are secretaries, administrators, I.T. guys or gals, reporters, presidents, cashiers, sales representatives, mail carriers and some of us are unemployed. But that’s not all of who we are; we are individuals who work to live. (Read Blog)

The numbers are always dooming us to become something, lose something, and catch some deadly disease. Statistics limit us, put us in categories and numerically seal our fate. (Read Blog)

Is our world as depressing as it seems? Or is that just the message we’re being given? (Read Blog)