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In a town probably most known for its Mission, antique shops and

Officially, President Obama's $3.6 trillion budget is titled

Road ID is the company that makes ID tags especially for athletes--cyclists, triathletes, runners. When we are out on the roads, or trails, we are quite vulnerable. Accidents happen, medical conditions arise, and there you are miles from home. If something happens--you have been hit or you have passed out. Nobody is going to know who you are, where you live, or who to call. You are wearing shorts and a shirt--there's no place to stash your wallet and nobody wants to rip their ID from that wallet, transfer it to a shorts pocket, and then have to remember to put it back in your wallet after the run. It can be a problem.

It's Halloween and I have survived. For the past five days,

When our grandson Charlie came along in late 2009, he was the first boy born into our family in more than 50 years. Granted, we have a smallish family, but two daughters, followed by two granddaughters, entrenched us forever into the world of Barbies and BFFs. So you might empathize with our recent discovery that boys are a whole different animal.