Untouched By Human Hands

I emptied the pockets of my main winter coat, preparing it for the cleaners. In it I found a forgotten Gift Card for a popular bread company.  Not knowing how much remained on the $25 card, I pulled up the Read More …

Math In Missouri

My late father-in-law designed parts used to build fighter planes.  He worked in thousandths of an inch.  He excelled. Yet, one Saturday afternoon a car dealership enraged him with their version of math.  They brought him financial papers where the Read More …