My grandfather was a hearty trencherman (in the sense of one who enjoys good food), so it’s no surprise what his favorite phrase was. He said he was always happy to hear those three little words that mean so much, said at the end of…
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My grandfather was a dog whisperer. He could train a dog (or a child, for that matter) with no harsher measure than sad disapproval and no greater treats than his beaming smile and slight nod. He didn’t even have to say, “That’ll do, pig.” Cats…
#4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, used to work here. The other day, I was with her in Louisville, Kentucky, and we dropped in for a cuppa. There was nobody there who remembered her, and the same old regulars didn’t recognize her. It was kinda…