My Mother Taught Me to Worry

Every once in a while, after  having evinced a worrying nature to one of my friends, I always follow up by saying, “My mother always taught me to worry and I took her to heart!” Here are a few...

Hello, Butterflies!

ne early March day, I decided to check on the goldfish in the Danville Science Center’s Butterfly Station and Garden to see if any of them were awake from their winter sleep. Bringing along some fish food...

Waiting Happily at Dairy Hart

A Yanceyville friend, David Shatterly, told me about the dog days of winter ---not some meteorological phenomenon, but a so-advertised hot dog special (three hotdogs for $1.49) at Danville’s Dairy Hart...

Destruction’s Promise

While traveling West Main Street near Ballou Park, I recently saw something very striking in the distance. It resembled a standing wall of windows, reminiscent of Matthew Brady’s photographs of Richmond’s...