I hate bees. Wasps too. Ditto for hornets, and even moths. If it’s an insect, flies and is more dangerous than a firefly, I steer clear. But for whatever reason, bees flew into my dreams early Sunday morning in a very
Goin’ Down to Dixieland
My sister and I are headed to Petersburg, Virginia, this weekend. It’s been a kind of Civil War year for us already, having gone to Antietam, Harpers Ferry, and
An All-in-One and a Growth Spot
Now, this might not sound like a big deal to you, but it is to me. In the past week, I managed to 1. buy a HP all-in-one-printer 2. set up the wireless
It’s All a Moveable Feast
“If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction,” Ernest Hemingway says in the preface to A Moveable Feast, the collection of his notes from the Paris years. “But there is