Happy Thanksgiving. Celebrate all life, not just your own.

My eight-year-old grandson to his mother the other day . . . Frank's flowers "Mom, this is all so big. First the Covid, then th...

I spent most of the morning at the Carson City hospital after suddenly becoming delirious at the gym. Lee tells me that on the way I k...

When Mr. Lee checked in the kitchen this morning, there was (not so) Fatty Leland looking up at him. The Smart Mouse trap worked th...

There's a mouse in the house, in fact several. They are in the garage and beginning to get into things so today I bought a humane...

A couple of people called after what I posted the other day. They are good friends and I appreciate that they took the time to check in a...

Bound to a wheelchair and repeatedly crossing the road in front of a local KFC, a protester in a giant chicken costume led a protest tod...

However sentimental people may be about Muffy, proud of Rex, or vindicated rooting for the underdog, the idea of animal rights for the masse...

John, Anita and the boys.  My son called tonight. He's leaving tomorrow, along with the rest of his National Guard unit, for a few m...