“Who said we’d never make it?“
“Your family. My family. All our friends. The wedding caterer. The preacher. The woman who played the piano. The guy at the gas station where we stopped to ask directions to the hotel after the wedding. The ticket agent at the airport. The stewardess. The fat guy who sat two seats over on the plane. The kid in Jamaica selling T-shirts by the side of the road. The woman with a big basket on her head -“

The incessant political coverage has even pushed to the backburner what I consider the most important story in recent memory: After decades of trial and error, science has finally produced its crowning achievement, the robot squirrel.

I was fortunate to receive that life-altering bit of advice at her 100th birthday party at the Friedberg Moravian Church in Winston-Salem, or as my daughter referred to it before we arrived, the Free Bird Moravian Church

Stephen Hawking’s recent comment that only “cranks” and “weirdoes” claim to have been abducted by aliens strikes me as extremely insensitive.