“Conner, we’re here, what do you have planned?” This said via text—he doesn’t answer phone calls. God forbid if I leave a voicemail. He informed me ages ago that nobody leaves voicemail.

I love this story—unfortunately I have no idea who wrote it, so can’t credit the author—only Marsha, my housecleaner and friend who sent the story to me. My sympathies to the subject of this very funny story.

“Butch” the Washington State Cougar mascot performs “Thriller” at a UW vs WSU volleyball game.

We tried the door to the intriguing shop—locked. Pressed our noeses against the window of antiques—lots of them, and the shop is shut up tight as a drum. All the stores are closed in Lahinch, County Clare.

One does not schlap the schliver into the goalposts but . . .

I want to be a hurler—not the drink and spew type of hurler but a person who plays the game of Hurling. Hurling is the National Gaelic game in Ireland. The equipment includes a paddle and a schliver or a ball–that’s it.