Did You Have a Good Day?

At some time each evening, by telephone if not in person, my wife asks me if I’ve had a good day. And I’m usually baffled about how to answer. I’m sure this will bring me an accusation of over-thinking a simple question but, please consider the following, even if you...

I dare you to cross that line

Sigh. Those words were often the prelude to a butt-kicking. Although now I am a fairly large man with a shaved head, and no one seems to want to mess with me, as a child I was scrawny, weak, and uncoordinated, so the butt about to be kicked was usually mine. It was...