JACKS OF ALL TRADES; MY COMRADES SPEAK TOO MUCH

The problem with my comrades, according to Grandpa Richard, is that they pretend to have an opinion of everything under the sun. They act as if they are masters in every discipline available, wherein they grossly misconstrue facts and they are darn wrong. It would be nice if they limited the ostentatious flaunting of knowledge…

RIP INTEGRITY; TWAS AN AWFUL MURDER

My old man, Grandpa Richard, started the month on a very poignant note. So cheerless was the old man that if his moods sunk any lower, they’d have struck oil. Grandpa was mourning the death of a beloved childhood friend and companion. So special was the pal that they all went wherever he led; he…