So Long Sammo

  When I walked out to get in my car to leave for work today, Sampson came out to say goodbye.  I usually pat him on the head and say, “See ya, Sammo,” but this…


Gentle on Our Minds

My friend and I were pitching hay on a blistering summer day in 1975.  It was hot, sweaty work, but Norman and I preferred to make it fun.  We joked, teased, and even sang as…