The House Next Door: A Metaphor For The United States If We Don’t Wake Up.

Twenty years ago (give or take) I moved into the first house I’ve called “ours” (my wife has an equal share). Our next door neighbor was a great fellow, also named Joe. A better neighbor you would not find. This … Continue reading

Death At My House.

Nobody you’ve read about before by name, it was just one of Mrs. Bunny’s kids. But it was sad to watch. Let me introduce the late Baby Bunny. Please follow me on Twitter, and “Like” the Facebook author page. Don’t … Continue reading