With cap gun in hand and holster dangling from my waist, I’d tug the tall Stetson low over my eyes and slide into the saddle of my make-believe stallion. Before spurring my mount onward I would invariably turn to my invisible comrades, declare our next mission, and then wave them to my side as we …
Mariah’s song mercifully ended, the ball dropped, and 2017 arrived. With the dawn of the new year came a slew of resolutions many of which have already been busted. I’ll admit, I’m one of those anarchists who refuse to make a list of resolutions. Most of what I am doing well I don’t need January …
I remember it like it was yesterday, though in fact the event went down nearly two decades ago. With basketball in hand I was streaking to the hoop (ok streaking is a loose term cause I was never quick – more like sauntering to the hoop) when flailing arms roughly hammered me to the pine …