Somebody once said there's a difference between a man who wants to read a book and a man who wants a book to read. I still don't understand what that [...]

Tonight I want to celebrate the passing of our dear friend, Jock, who died this day three years ago. He was a Scottish Presbyterian, and dying on the Twelfth was [...]

A good number of years ago, when our children were still children, and not drink-swilling, loud-rock-music-playing, screaming maniacs (in other words, not us), Wrinkly Paddy had an idea. Bock, he [...]