Steve, the senior crime-beat reporter, looked over my shoulder as I wrote. I was putting the finishing touches on a breaking-news story about a neighborhood dispute that ended in gunfire. Steve patted me on the shoulder. “You’ll get more calls… Continue Reading
“Do you want to get up and start your day?” Karin asks. It’s summer vacation, 7:16 am, and I don’t have to arise at any particular time. I think very carefully before saying anything to my wife. “It’s beautiful out there,” she… Continue Reading
Recently, my brother JD dragged me over to his computer with a grin on his face. “Check this out.” He pulled up a web page. “I think you can use this.” I looked at the ad on drugstore.com. It featured a… Continue Reading
I saw it sitting on a corner lot, a little Hobie Cat with a “For Sale” signed tacked to it. Sailing…. What A GREAT IDEA. A simple, elegant sport, fun for the entire family and SO MUCH CHEAPER than wakeboarding! I… Continue Reading
Karin and I once had a small dog named “Honey” who was a faithful viewer of “Days of Our Lives.” Her morning routine was to prowl the house annoying the cats until she heard the soap’s theme song. Then she’d… Continue Reading
“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” I Corinthians 7 It’s not often that I’m asked for advice on matters of the heart. But recently, a family member—I’ll call her “Liz”—commented that her boyfriend… Continue Reading
“And if that doesn’t work, get a bigger hammer.” ~ My Dad. My sister, Pat, has long been my cheerleader. Years ago when I was first dating Karin, Pat boasted on my behalf. “Robb can fix anything,” she said. “Really,”… Continue Reading
“Do you have your glasses on you?” Karin asks. Before I can check, she reaches into my shirt pocket, plucks them out, puts them on, and peruses the content label on a bag of chips. We’re both waiting in line… Continue Reading
Karin and I are out on our morning walk, and a truck speeds by. “I bet they’re going to work on the fence,” Karin says. “Whose fence?” I ask. “You know.… Down there,” she waves her arm, “near the end… Continue Reading
An old law-school adage says there’s three phases of your college career. First, they scare you to death. Next they work you to death, and finally they bore you to death. The graduation ceremony, a last gasp to pack some… Continue Reading
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