Years ago, at one of my son’s squirt or peewee games, the referee didn’t show up, so because I had my skates in the car, I volunteered. I was terrible. The kids yelled at me, the coaches gave me grief, and parents in the stands had their say. I really sucked. So I guess I’m [...]

Bill Bryson wrote a great book about growing up in the 1950′s, called The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. I read it and realized he and I have a couple of things in common.   We both lived in towns with great main streets. We both wore Davy Crockett coonskin hats, we practiced [...]