Knickers, the Overachieving Steer

In Australia, there is a Holstein steer that is six feet, four inches tall.  That’s one big bovine! I first heard about him on the nightly news tonight.  Then I Googled the guy to see what else I could find out about him. His name is Knickers.   He is too big to fit in the… Continue reading Knickers, the Overachieving Steer

The Elusive Dot … Dot … Dot

It takes seven artisans to make a glass of wine — from the grape growers to the vintners to the coopers, etc.  Or so the pitch goes at the small winery in Fairfield. And to draw a crowd, they bring in live music on weekend afternoons. Brent met a woman online and invited her there… Continue reading The Elusive Dot … Dot … Dot

Shop Till You Drop

We had already hit two thrift stores and were heading for a third. Then I remembered that Vicky wanted to go to the ones in Carmel. I turned onto Forest Avenue and took the winding highway 68 through the Monterey pines. It would lead to the new roundabout that would send the traffic north to… Continue reading Shop Till You Drop

Her Left Foot

It was Labor Day weekend. We needed to get a handle on the mess in the garage. I asked my oldest to watch my youngest while we parents worked outside. She was nine, in 4th grade already for a week, and the baby was almost two and a half. Then a series of unfortunate events… Continue reading Her Left Foot