The Black Ghost…
Like most Americans, I can recall my first car like it was yesterday. My 1965 Chevy Caprice was immaculate and I knew every corner of it. Her name was Millie, named after my aunt Mildred who left the car to my dad when she passed …
Like most Americans, I can recall my first car like it was yesterday. My 1965 Chevy Caprice was immaculate and I knew every corner of it. Her name was Millie, named after my aunt Mildred who left the car to my dad when she passed …
There’s an ebb and flow to life…. Often I find myself feeling gross after a half hour of local news and this morning was no exception. Let’s face it…bad news and misery sells and the big networks have built lucrative businesses because of it. But, …