On a 1969 late-summer Cape Cod day, I was slouching in the back seat of a car that an adult was driving to various places to get those needed errands done. Suddenly, the adult shouted, “Go kill some more Vietnam babies!”
“What?” I asked, startled out of my self-absorption.
“Some soldier is hitch-hiking,” the adult spluttered. “But there’s no way in hell I’ll give him a ride.”
And off she went on another tirade against the United State’s involvement in…..
“My human met Hillary Clinton,” black Lab Heath told standard poodle Hunter. They were lying next to each other on a king-sized bed.
“The creator of the Hillary biscuit?” Hunter asked, licking his lips.
Heath looked puzzled.
“What? You’ve never heard of Hillary biscuits? They’re made of wholewheat flour, steak bites, garlic, shallots, white wine, and other spices. They come in a wicker basket. Known as the Basket of Edorables.”
“At the time, this Hillary was the FLOTUS,” Heath said,…..
I’ve had the chance to support academics and employers; public school administrators and technology vendors; and pro-life and pro-choice activists to work together towards changing something for the better. I’ve had the chance to assist authority figures, students, and New York City taxi drivers to enhance their conflict management and customer service skills. I’ve had the chance to play percussion in a variety of ensembles. I’ve had the chance to experience the love of a wife, three stepkids, and six…..