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Sand and snow

Sand and snow

We packed up the dogs and headed to the beach a few weeks ago. It may seem odd to visit the ocean in January, but the cheap, off-season prices and the lure of humidity and warmer weather — even if it’s only 60 degrees — sounded good to us. We got off to a later start...
The Great Ice Storm of ’98

The Great Ice Storm of ’98

I was happy to see the snow coming down last Sunday as I let the dogs out. They bolted down the porch stairs, ripping around the backyard like furry maniacs, kicking up frozen plumes behind them before skidding back up the porch stairs at full speed and staring at me...
A spare resolution

A spare resolution

For the past few years, my friend Terri and I have written “Go bowling at Antelope Lanes” as one of our New Year’s resolutions. She is the official keeper of our resolutions from the previous years. When we get together on New Year’s Eve to make fresh ones, we unseal...
Return to sender

Return to sender

When I was a kid, there was nothing I loved more on a hot, sticky Midwest summer day than lying on the living room couch in the air conditioning, reading a book, changing position only when my elbows and back got too stiff from propping me up or my arms fell asleep...