“O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing. “O what can ail…
I was sitting in Golden Gate park among the giant trees contemplating the ups and downs of the construction industry focusing mainly on the downs.…
To: Frankly Frank From: The Watchdog Re: More of the Same Frank, to continue with our ongoing turmoil involving both the dust mites and the…
“Oh hi Greg,” Camille said. “Good to see you,” he responded. “Oh hello Camille, I’m doing fine,” said Gran. “You have really done enough, I…
What came out of the fire was at first surprise, disbelief and a mad scramble to retrieve the material items lost dreams a bit of…
Every now and then something comes along that makes people feel a little bit better about the world we live in. Today, I ran across…