By allowing ads to appear on this site, you support the local businesses who, in turn, support great journalism.
Column: Time -o- the year, again...
Placeholder Image
A few years back, I was in my kitchen making coffee, the better to clear some cobwebs out of my head, when I heard this bizarre noise coming from outside. It seemed to be this other-worldly voice, not really moaning, but not really articulating anything, either. As I had imbibed the better part of a good sized bottle of cheap merlot the night before, I worried that this might be some unintended consequence directly related to the words “large,” “cheap,” and “imbibed.”