Last week, I migrated my little firm’s website and Domain Name Server to a new hosting platform.
And with that, I’ve just proven I can write a sentence about which my reading comprehension tends to hover around 10%.
We will miss you, dear Mary Miller! Our entire parish community was blessed to know you.
It was “all-hands-on-deck” this morning as Gerri and I teamed to whip up an apple pie from scratch.
…and a few weeks ago, our family brought forth in West County an offspring – the first of our three.
“Soon” came a bit too soon at our local Breadco as far as I’m concerned.
It’s a truism that a baseball game tends to proceed at a leisurely pace. (That’s how a fan sees things anyway. The disinterested might put the observation a bit more bluntly: “Baseball is boring!”)
I came very close to running into one of my pro-golf heroes yesterday. In fact, I almost walked right into his backswing.
Just a hunch here: The view from inside the gondola is a lot more exciting in February than in August.
A bit of evidence, perhaps, that this city in Colorado is well-named.



It was a dark and stormy night. Quite literally.