The early baseball clubs and players played for fun; sportsmanship and fellowship were the objectives rather than competition and money.
Tonight we’re listening to the “Thriller” album.
Last week’s trip to Syracuse was not just a visit to my uncle but a chance to show America’s vast rust reserves and spare industrial capacity to my fiancee.
All the people who have ever quoted the line, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn” have not done it justice.
I drove up to Marquette with some coworkers for mandatory equal employment opportunity (EEO) training.
While Lore was trying dresses on in the bridal shop, I wandered to the secondhand bookstore next door.
The weather so far this month has been erratic enough to verify that old joke about Midwestern weather: if you don’t like it, just wait five minutes.