Flight training hasn’t gone smoothly this summer for our yard’s resident robins.
And if Plan B doesn’t work out, there’s always C.
Perhaps the coveted reporter’s notebook will be their next target.
Rarely do the two mix.
One drop in the bucket.
Sometimes, pink flamingos just aren’t the answer
Popular folk wisdom holds that dogs and cats always seek out the person in the room who is allergic to pets.
Kids don’t realize it, of course.
So apparently you have to watch what you say around little kids.
You can’t always believe your parents.
Meanwhile, the scrapbookers out there are cringing.
She’s earned the right to be growled at.
Who says the music has to be somber?
Just saving it for later.
You can tell a lot about people from the way they refer to their lake place.
It never gets old.
What you wonder as your brain wanders.
Refreshing, to say the least.
But only where fireworks are legal, of course.
Rocky Mountains too much for old Ford wagon to take.
Trust me, you’ll be able to wear it again.
You can’t blame children for growing weary of hearing about how things were different back in the old days.
Summer time brings out the stickiness like no one’s business.
Sometimes an overstuffed sandwich or maximum burger requires both hands. Putting it down on a plate or taking one hand off invites a cascading loss of structural integrity.
When birds of a feather don’t flock together?
Time again for another installment of “A wide-eyed youth questions a baby boomer about childhood summers long ago.”
Not all “Jaws” re-enactments got laughs.
For fathers this weekend, it’s the age old question.
“Dad was notorious for spitting out the window, and I was always sitting behind him. Enough said. Vacations were always fun for our family.”