We did not go on vacation with Larry Bird. We went to Larry Bird’s hometown of French Lick, Indiana. But at least I got your attention…

If you’ve been reading this column, you may remember how I foiled a “gang of thieves” operating in the Woolworth store in Dayton…

His stomach was inching close to his backbone and weariness and worry were beginning to set in. As darkness loomed in the night sky…

Did you ever go down a rabbit hole? I’m not talking about one that leads to dangerous or difficult situations from which it’s hard to extricate oneself…

Oh, yes, this is another recollection from my youth. You can stop reading if you wish, but you’ll miss how I singlehandedly broke…

The past winter was a mild one, and spring started out mild as well, tornadoes not withstanding. Consequently, the bulbs, flowering trees…

When I was seven years old, my parents bought an old upright piano, and I was soon ready to learn to play something other than “Chopsticks.”