Month: February 2002

I get no respect from the cats. None. But, then neither does anyone else. No respect for the sleeping: If I am asleep and Gorby wants out, he pounces on the bed, walks all over me, meows in my ear and bumps his nose against my face until I wake up, crawl out of bed…

The white, wood sided country church where I attended services as a child had a towering steeple over its bell tower. Nestled in a tree lined valley, a tumbling brook flanked one side, a dusty gravel road lined with goldenrod lines nodding sleepily to passers-by flanked the other. The only stained glass were the colorful…

It was one of those days … I took the grandkids to a fast food place to test their new breakfast sandwiches. The order was short and to the point: four new breakfast sandwiches. “We don’t have any. We are waiting for a truck to bring in a new shipment.” We had three little kids…

The entire country will celebrate my daughter’s nuptials on the Fourth of July. Well, maybe a few folks have reasons other than another a Hershberger wedding to take the day off, but we don’t. Over a year ago, my daughter and her fiancé elected the Fourth of July as their wedding day. The novelty of…