I love books. Fiction. Nonfiction. It doesn't really matter. I've been this way since childhood, ever since Mrs. Widener taught us to read in the first grade. Before long, I was sharing the adventures of teenage detectives Frank and Joe Hardy.
I was 14, I think, when I got my first byline in a newspaper. It was a story about the Blakely Packers, a youth football team in my hometown, and the article appeared in the Early County News, which, fortunately for me, would publish a lot of my stories over the next seven or eight years.
Monday was the dreaded April 15, Tax Day, and if you still haven’t managed to get that return in, don’t be surprised if a friendly government agent shows up to offer you a lovely vacation of three to five years in Leavenworth.
One of the greatest inventions of the last 50 years has to be the credit card reader that some genius decided to install on gasoline pumps so that one could fill up their car without having to step foot inside the store.