I love irony. Most of the time I look at life as ironic and it gives me both possibility and hope. I love the cartoons in the New Yorker m...

I've complained a bit about my new computer--and one of the complaints is that if I turn away for more than a minute or so, it goes to s...

After the post-Easter snows and days of rain, I looked around today at Spring. Granted, I'd been gone two weeks--one in Ireland and on...

Monday: drive to Bradley Airport, leave at 8:30 pm, go three terminals in Philadelphia, catch plane to Pittsburgh, get picked up by Dan and ...

At 2:17 in the morning on 4/17/1947, I was born to Marion Cleo Jones Bradley and Virgil Hoyt Bradley at the hospital in Welch, West Virginia...

I went to Ireland to help lead a Making a Difference Workshop. I've been helping in that for over 20 years. It is a vital and transformi...

My wife Bern's older sister died yesterday. He name was Angelina Pisano. (When Bern and Angie's grandfather and father immigrated ...