Life in early spring

Two weeks ago when I wrote my column, I was full of vim and vigor. It appeared that spring was here and the garden could be planted, and the golf course was drying out. Well, spring/summer hasn’t come yet and the golf course is barely open with cold, wind and rain interfering. The garden? Well…

The sweet sound of vinyl

Last Thursday, my family gathered at my late grandfather’s house in Wroxeter to enjoy some social time following Grandpa’s burial service (he passed away in January). Naturally, stories were shared and photo albums were perused.