An evening of Swing-Dancing at the Pla-Mor

Follow me There’s a ballroom on Highway 6, just west of Lincoln. It’s a rather unassuming-looking place, and we drive past it every time we take Hwy 6 home from…
Read moreFollow me There’s a ballroom on Highway 6, just west of Lincoln. It’s a rather unassuming-looking place, and we drive past it every time we take Hwy 6 home from…
Read moreFollow me It seemed like a dull, straight-forward job I handed to my son Timothy yesterday. I was, after all, thinking of him, as is not unusual. He spends lots…
Read moreFollow me You do it. I do it. We all do it, I suppose. But I’m thinking that perhaps I do it most of all. I’m talking about procrastination. I’ve…
Read moreFollow me It’s spring at last. The air is almost too sweet to be believed. Fruit trees burst into blossom overnight, as if they’ve been holding it all in for…
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