I was just thinking, once again, that this year's Journal has devolved into one sad story. This year and the last have been filled with pain and more pain along with an ample dose of frustration. I'm certainly tired of it and I'm sure that any reader...

I'm somewhat wordy this morning. I suppose that's good and I should be happy that my mind is still sharp enough to string a few words together. But what am I thinking? What am I going to do with the day? And that's going to be the question for the next...

Tomorrow morning is the start of the Portland Marathon, my favorite, and I can use my imagination and see the crowds in the early morning darkness. I can feel the jostling as the participants move about in the street, trying to keep warm and stay...