In The Future

One of the saddest days of my boyhood happed the day my dad and I went sailing in our little styrofoam Snark in Cherry Creek Reservoir. A gust of wind caught the little sail before we had the daggerboard down all the way, and we found ourselves in the drink. I popped up to find […]

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It’s that time of the year again. Only this year, instead of just buying a few boxes at the door, we have a Girl Scout sales agent living under our roof, and the kitchen in filled with boxes of these cookies. For every person that we can’t find to complete their purchase, Mommy and Daddy […]

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Yak, yak yak.

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