Sometimes, talking to my husband is difficult, not because he doesn’t like to talk, but because, like his precious late mother before him, one thought leads to another and, before you know it, a simple sentence becomes fraught with asides, qualifications, and embellishments, which seems…

I had twice as many pictures as these, but the ether ate their pixels. Or something. One of the pictures that was lost was of the exterior, but you can see that on the This Is Indiana, Historic Corydon site. It was blue for many…

Today’s one-liner is a puzzle Mom got a kick out of. I can remember when she first put it before me and challenged me to figure it out. It tickled me. It wouldn’t be a puzzle to kids today, though. As a departed friend of…

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