Two tall tales tenderly told within the family, showing why it's probably just as well Fred isn't bringing up children of his own....

(With a slight "Oliver" twist.)

We have a simply marvelous, darling, hotel and museum downtown called the 21C. On my way to visit there for the first time, I ran into a friend who gave me a preview and some tips on what to look for. To quote her late husband, "Wow, man, what a trip."

A friend's dad passed away after an illness. About all you can do is to visit and listen. As usual at these times, the conversation swings from thoughtful to absurd, then back, in a heartbeat.

At the end Mike reads a poem for his dad.

Here are some tales of deer hunting in a northern state. The tellers will go unnamed, but you may be able to detect from their accents that they're not from Kentucky!

I'm not a hunter, but I find the matter-of-fact lore of stalking a deer, shooting, and dressing it for food (strange term, "dressing"!) to be admirable.

These are thoughts about the Lord's Prayer that came out as I sat alone at the breakfast table one day. I've edited out the longer pauses and stumbles.

The thing I enjoy and admire about Rudolf Steiner's writings is that he doesn't give you facts or doctrines to memorize, but simply points toward things you can look into for yourself. Usually they are hard, obscure, or even bizarre, but it is never about adopting his view. It... read more