Remember the good old days when you could eat a sleeve of Oreos or twelve chicken sandwiches and were simply called an unruly slob without the fear of being labeled a zealot, bigot, or extremist? This one may get me into a bit of trouble. I must first admit that I am (like many of … Continue reading



This story has chickens in it. If you’re easily frightened by poultry in motion, you may want to skip this one. Years ago my family and I were at my aunt and uncle’s house in a town outside Ann Arbor, Michigan. They all lived in this wonderful house that my uncle built years ago for … Continue reading

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