I’m going to tell a story with a moral.  An old man once traveled to Saudi Arabia to plead for oil from the reigning prince.  The prince, a man of middle years, enjoyed wielding power, and so he took delight in waving the old man away, certain he had humiliated his visitor. As the

No, it hasn’t been 4 years. I’m sure of it.” “Four-and-a-half to be exact.” The voice coming out of the receiver was firm, almost authoritarian. I paused to count 4-and-a-half years on my fingers. In the silence, my computer guy continued.   “What you need is an upgrade,

I admit it. I’ve been known to talk to myself. Yesterday, I had to get snarky. Three times I attempted to leave the house and three times, I returned for my keys, my purse and finally, my gloves. Exasperated, I bellowed to the four walls, “Hello Caroline. How about joining the par