I had just taken a shower and was putting on my shirt when I walked into the family room. There on my wife’s recliner, lay Barney. He gave me his usual “Please don’t eat me” look and wagged his tail.

I finally went to college in my forties and graduated at fifty. It’s an accomplishment that I claim some pride in, since I’m the first generation in all of my lineage to get a college degree. It felt good and it has been of great value to me. Be the first to like. Like Unlike