Every year on the third weekend in August, my hometown of Cornish, New Hampshire, sponsors a country fair. Not only does it have junk food and rides for the kids, it has ox- and horse-pulling ...

My friend, Bea, and I have functioning automobiles, which is fortunate, because we live (when you factor in stops for coffee, washroom or gasoline) about four hours apart. We pretty much trade ...

Well, now, that was a weekend! Late on Monday afternoon, I’m still trying to collate all the details and events of the last three days and turn from them to face the coming week with some new ideas ...

In the days leading up to Thanksgiving last week, the schoolmarmish features of the newsies were on full display. Like old-fashioned country preachers predicting the Apocalypse, they warned of ...