A bit of evidence, perhaps, that this city in Colorado is well-named.



A bit of evidence, perhaps, that this city in Colorado is well-named.



It was a dark and stormy night. Quite literally.
Here’s a thought about Grandsons: Pretty much the last thing you want to do is curb their enthusiasm.
The irony was not lost on me: Spotify was curating the playlist yesterday… as I labored to dispose of a once-cherished collection of mix-tapes and CDs.
Even the simplest of feats can delight a Gramps, I’ve decided…
Spend a little time around the grandsons, and you begin to wonder: What exactly can one find to love…about a concrete rooster?
Just the other day, I learned that a good friend of mine does not own a garage door opener.
O, what a lucky man he is.
A bit of a mystery has begun to grow on our front porch.
I’ve noticed that I tend to look away whenever I’m donating blood.
Even the finger-prick at the start, to check my hemoglobin: The process may be relatively painless, but it’s just something I’d prefer not to see.