A whole bunch of years ago I read a few paragraphs in a book that changed everything for me. The author spoke reverently of his father who, until the day he died, never missed an event. He went to the ballgame. Attended the dinner. Took the classes. He made the most out of his life… Continue reading Me and and Post-Birthday Musings
I learned a new word today: “astroturfing.” Until a few hours ago, I didn’t know there was a word for that icky feeling.