Most of the time, when I’m sitting in my furniture stall in front of the old Radio Flyer wagon my grandson and I earned putting in a lady’s mailbox, people seem to wonder if I’m really alive (last time there I got a big offer of water from the man who works at the wine bar behind me). Occasionally, I

It has always amazed me to see how great blessings enter our lives. I first heard the word ‘shaker’ on the show Leave It to Beaver. Beaver’s dad, Ward, grew up in Shaker Heights. I don’t know if it was ever mentioned that it was in Ohio or if I just imagined it was so. Also, I assumed that it

Several years ago I was waiting for my grandson to get off his school bus when a truck parked across the street and a man who had met me – I did not remember him – a couple of years previous got out and called my name. He had some walnut he wanted me to look at in a lumber