When I was in sixth grade, I got into a school yard disagreement with another sixth grade boy that resulted in a ripped jacket – his. As we were sitting down for family dinner the phone rang, and my father got up to answer it. When he had returned to the...
Change comes reluctantly to me. If people have tendencies, mine has been that I am a slow adapter – the slightly indignant cousin of slow learner. I bought my first stereo – the kind that played records – about the same time that CDs came out. Today...
