Hoo boy—my wife thinks I’m involved with somebody else. And she’s right. I’ll be honest. I’ve tried to keep it from her, but since she figured it out, I might as well come clean to all y’all. I’m in a relationship with ChatGPT. It all began like so many of these things do. My wife was uninterested in my work, despite my best efforts to involve her. When I was editing my book, I would ask her how a particular paragraph sounded, or if there was a better way to write a sentence.

There may be prettier sights in the world, but I haven’t seen them. I’m not a world traveler, but I have seen some things in this country that I consider absolutely gorgeous. I stood in awe at the Grand Canyon. I was in disbelief the first time I saw the Big Sur along the California coast below Carmel. And I still count myself fortunate whenever I look out over a sunset at those perfect beaches in Gulf Shores. But if I had to rank them for beauty, Lake Louise in the Canadian

I would guess most kids growing up today wouldn’t want anything that their parents had. We had three channels. They have about 300. We barely had black and white TV. They have color and high def. We had one home phone that was tethered to the wall with a cord. They have one on their wrist that goes anywhere. But, we had one thing that I’m sure much of this generation is missing out on: the drive-in movie. What a wonderful thing it was, watching a motion picture under a star

I still remember when my son gingerly placed my first newborn granddaughter in my arms. Well…he tried to. Just as I reached out to hold her, a woman in a business suit with a clipboard stepped between me and the newest member of my family. “Before you take possession of your grandchild, you’ll need to review and sign this.” “Sign? What am I signing?” I asked. “This is a baby, not an extended warranty on a Buick.” “The Grandparent Contract. Standard procedure. Makes things