Carrying on the Tradition

Dear Wonderful Readers, I thought for my first entry I would go back to my very earliest writings as a sensitive young teenager trying to put together his first “book.” I laughed as I pulled this out of my treasure trunk of memories, for I truly have not changed much...

After the Cold War

My parents were secret agents. I’m not kidding. But the cold war is over now and the secrets can finally be told (keeping in mind, of course Mark Twain’s advice to never let the truth get in the way of a good story). The funny thing is that my parents...

Mr. Fish

I really feel for mothers, especially for those who have created a brood of young needy ones. It is hard to keep up. With all that is going on simultaneously around a busy house, it is easy for the hardworking, stressed-out mother to get distracted and forget where...

On Being Bradford Cat

When my friends and I were young teenagers we decided to adopt the names of secret agents as our nom de plumes. There was “Dirty” Tim Barnard, “April Dancer” Ossario, Mad Max Ford and our ringleader, Rick “Bond” 00Ford. I was named Bradford Cat, from the TV series...