At Christmas 1982 I got a very special present. The year before, Santa had brought my brother a Sears stereo that had a cassette recorder with microphone jacks. I'd driven…
Too many things on my mind are failing to cohere into a decent post (or series thereof), so why don't we dive back into the stacks, eh? Here's the November…
One of the sad things about getting older is that every year, you find yourself going to more funerals and memorial services. I've been to plenty as it was, but…