Monthly Archives: September 2015

  A large, male deer stands at the corner of the woods.  His antlers are beginning to lose their velvet appearance as he readies for rutting season.  Adjacent to the deck, where I am standing, a Rose of Sharon bush … Continue reading →

  One of my favorite journalists, Thomas Sowell, once said that some books you write for pleasure, and others you write out of a sense of duty, because there are things to be said—-and other people have better sense than … Continue reading →