It was that summer night. The moon was full, and the sounds of the night were brilliantly orchestrated by the cicadas and the tree frogs....

Currently, I am in search of summer. Sometimes I find it in the garage where the June bugs gather at night and where my bees look for a...

June 29, 1954…wow!…It is  morning and the sun shines on another day. Here we go again…walking into the day with risks of glitches and...