Dear reader,

I was driving the other evening. It wasn’t late, but due to the short daylight hours, it was dark. Very dark. And the street was winding.

Only discernible within the cloak of blackness were short, shining red lines in front of me, and from across the median, small white circles. All these little blotches of red and white kept marching forward, in sync, almost as if they had their...

Protect yourself from burns by wrapping wristbands or old socks around your hot coffee cup.

The doctor called Mrs. Cohen saying, “Mrs. Cohen, your check came back.”

Mrs. Cohen answered, “So did my arthritis!”