January 7th, 2008 by jonestopten
“There must have been some magic in the old felt hat they found, for when they placed it on his head, he began to dance around…”
OK, so the holidays are long over. Frosty has melted away and, unless you are spiritually tuned into Twelfth Night, you have by now packed up the tree, the wreath, […]
December 19th, 2007 by jonestopten
Our dreams vary, but they come from remarkably similar places. Most of us are about four, maybe five-years-old when we first remember a campout or working on a project with dad—maybe carpentry or an old car; in my dad’s case it was always plumbing (sometimes successfully). You play your first team sport, help out in […]