Bust out the cigars … the niece has arrived
The wait is over. Regular readers, you know what I'm talking about. Although she made a fashionably late entrance, my niece arrived July 2. A tiny bundle of screaming fury, Brooklynn Elise made it immediately clear that she was not happy to exit the cozy confines of her home of the past nine months.
Plant Remedies Are as Close as Your Liquor Cabinet
We know drinking and driving don't mix. How about bulbs and
Finishing business at Young Lakes
The pastime of backpacking is a tough sell, and that is a terrible shame. I will never win over the “my-idea-of-camping-is-a-night-at-the-Four-Seasons” crowd. After all, there is a good bit of burdened walking and doing without. But many times, I have watched the evening light cast a glow over a wilderness setting of amazing grandeur and peace and thought that if I could just pick someone up and set them down here, they would dismiss the hardships as a small price to pay for such a moment.
Seniors have stories to share – if we listen
After my last column detailing the finger-lickin’ goodness found at Gilroy’s famous Garlic Festival, I was contacted by the program director at Live Oak Adult Day Services, who asked if I’d be interested in swinging by to visit the seniors and share the details.
