Jimmy Hoffa’s name—but never his body—comes up regularly in the news around here, and like clockwork, it showed up again on Monday. They’re digging again, and this time it’s in my neck of the woods—Oakland Township, in a field at Buell and Adams roads. I drive by there every week! Not sure if this is... Continue Reading →

It’s Father’s Day this weekend—you’re welcome for that reminder. You have 48 hours left to get a new golf club, a hideous tie, a pair of socks, or a goofy card.  Sorry, Dad—I’m not getting you any of those. Mostly because I’m poor. All you get is a blog post this year. I might pop... Continue Reading →

Don’t worry, friends! I’m still alive! Well...at least I will be once I drink this cup of coffee. Over the last two weeks, I have slept in four different states, traveled through seven, and even spent a little bit of time between states. Literally. I stopped at a gas station the other day (where I... Continue Reading →