Three Little Piggies

With time on my hands and no summer trips planned, I’ve been reading a book of fairy tales. I’ve found many versions of the Three Pigs classic. Here’s a condensed story. An old sow supports three grown sons. She tires of feeding them, and tells the boys to go “seek your fortune.” This means, “Get…

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Continuing Discussion on Morals

I’ve been writing newspaper columns since my junior year in high school, almost 50 years ago. A couple of them produced death threats that the law enforcement folks deemed credible enough to have a chat with me about watching my back for a few days. Not sure I’ve written any that generated as much response…

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The From Time to Thyme Virtual Circus

This week I’m introducing yet another column spinoff — the “From Time to Thyme Virtual Circus.” Grab some peanuts and popcorn, and follow me into the virtual big top to see the Carnivorous Mouse, Killer Turtle, Daredevil Dog and Fiddling Bear! Cue the circus music! (You know the tune I mean.) Our first act appeared…

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Tractor-Driving Champs

What’s it take to be the best tractor driver? Just ask 16-year-old Arcadia resident Grady Piel or 12-year-old Westfield resident Graham Curtis. Piel won the Hamilton County 4-H Fair’s senior division of the 4-H Agriculture Tractor Driving Contest. Curtis won the Fair’s junior division. Piel is going into his junior year at Hamilton Heights High…

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The Perfect Pet

My mother has found the perfect pet. She just doesn’t realize it yet. A clever little red squirrel has been trying to get my mother’s attention for months. “He’s such a pest!” my mother complains. But the squirrel does not give up. He has become quite tame, hanging out below the bird feeder, waiting for…

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Explaining the Complexity of Cold Sores

I saw a patient with a rather large “cold sore” on his upper lip just before I retired and he asked me to write a column on this unsightly condition. People use the term “cold sore” to describe different types of lesions that occur on the lips or inside the mouth. I’m not sure of…

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Save The Children!

The child’s frenzied shriek pierced the summer afternoon dullness. It supercharged the epinephrine in my bloodstream until my legs involuntarily sprang from the kneehole of my desk, and sent me hurtling toward the children’s play area behind the house next door. The incessant shrill, now coming from more than one child, brought me to despair.…

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