By Deacon John De Gano
As I was taking a break from writing this column, I noticed while walking that the grass between the street and the sidewalk was covered with little brown plugs of approximately two inches in length lying all around.
By Deacon John De Gano
As I was taking a break from writing this column, I noticed while walking that the grass between the street and the sidewalk was covered with little brown plugs of approximately two inches in length lying all around.
By Deacon John De Gano
I have a personal fondness for libraries, having grown up spending hours in the children’s section of the local Carnegie Library in my area. Our library was two stories, the upper floor for adults and the lower (or basement) the “home away from home” for children. Dimly-lit, cramped, overstocked and with a musty air, it was a magical place that housed adventure and fantasy within its book leaves and built-in bookcases. Libraries inspire. And educate.
By Deacon John De Gano
Do you remember where you were 50 years ago?
How about ten? Five? Last night?
By Deacon John De Gano
I have one of those electronic devices that records the number of steps you take in a day and buzzes approvingly when you reach the goal you have set for yourself.
By Deacon John De Gano
Since 1939, when the movie “The Wizard of Oz” was first released, generations of moviegoers and TV watchers have watched the adventures of Dorothy Gale, prodigal girl from Kansas, who ran away from her Auntie Em and Uncle Henry’s farm only to return the wiser.