“North, south, east, and west. Summer is the season I like the best.” Okay. So that little ditty is true right now as the breeze teases the leaves overhead. But

Huh? What was that you said? After the enthusiastic celebrating with the greater Schrock family over the Fourth, I’m afraid you’ll have to use sign language or I’ll have to

“Poor little rich boy.” These words have been ringing in my mind since the news of Michael Jackson’s death broke nearly two weeks ago. I watched that night as the