In today’s Sunday business section, I have a byline about murses.
I don’t really know. Does a story about murses have to happen for a reason?
If you haven’t figured this out by now, allow me to explain it: Continue reading
Except it’s not.
I’ve never been a huge genealogy person. I know what I know, and that’s enough.
Maybe I’m scared what a little research might reveal. Maybe I’ll find out some of my relatives were heinous criminals or total weirdo losers.
Or maybe I just don’t care all that much.
But that’s OK. Donald Boyer cares enough for the both of us. Continue reading
Today, I visited a duct factory.
No, not the tape.
Think ducts are boring, eh?
You’re wrong. Ducts are cool for a lot of reasons. Continue reading
So, I went to the York Fair this year.
While I was reporting on this story, I met a senior citizen that wouldn’t stop talking to me.
Initially, it was kind of annoying.
I wanted to write my story, get it out of the way and move onto the zillion other things I needed to do that day. Yet he wouldn’t take my body language cues.
He kept talking and talking and wouldn’t leave me alone.
Then, he said something crazy. Continue reading