Trapped Puppy Rescued from Underground Pipe

Here I am, back in San Jose after a looooong week back in DC. Every time I make that trip, my comfort level in calling San Jose “home” grows a bit. I really miss my family, but I am reaching a point now  [more...]

I love Molly Ivins. I’ve started off plenty of blog entries with that phrase over the years, and my sentiment hasn’t changed and won’t; but the news from Austin is sad and discouraging. Molly  [more...]

Why, when I get home, does Squeaker sat and stare at me for at least half an hour? Is he wondering who I am? Or is he trying to freak me out?

Maybe he is the one responsible for the clock radio shenanigans.