Old business: February apparently happened. I was there for part of it. New business: Lets talk about old things. When I was a kid, I wanted a cool clubhouse. My mother read books to us, often the Three Investigators mysteries, and I later took up reading them myself. Their secret junkyard lair is…
Strangers without candy
At the end of last week, some people on the street asked me to get into their van, and I did. Maybe it’s just been too long since those safety seminars and scare videos in grade school. Or maybe I’ve just given up and was throwing myself, along with caution, to the wind. Or another…