Landing, sort of

Exactly a year after the newspapers were closed, I started a new job, at a small local publishing company. I had interviewed there back in July and the position was open again since the person originally hired left to deal with family issues.

Alternatives to the big game: A baker’s dozen

I’m not afraid to admit it. I hate football. I will never understand why viewers and players alike get some kind of thrill over bodily abuse. “Slam. Bam. Oh, that feels good. I think I’ll do it again.”