Father’s Day

Sunday was the most unusual Father’s Day in my memory.  It began innocently enough – I took Mom to church with me and then came back to their condo to play cribbage with Dad (just like I do most Sundays when we’re all in town).  Afterward, I did my usual...

Family Matters . . .

It was a big family weekend in these parts.  It started a week ago Sunday, when my mom’s sister Nancy showed up at Mom & Dad’s place.  Dad and I were playing Cribbage after church, and Nancy stopped by to offer us tickets to the Dayton Dragons’ game last...