There, on the concrete slab of my carport, was a box.  It had arrived in the dark of mid-evening, as packages so often do.  I picked it up, ...

I am not, or at least I try not to be, a helicopter parent.   You know the sort, the ones who schedule every last moment of their child...

Ozzie and Harriet were, in reality, a Dual Career Couple. As the months tick by, and the necessary preparations for my departing my congr...