Sometimes Our Elders Are Cranky Liars


Yesterday the kids and I went to Morton Arboretum to hang out with friends.  It looked to me like everyone and their brother, and their brother’s neighbor, and the neighbor’s stepson, were at the Arboretum yesterday.  This made for a parking lot reminiscent of Thunderdome, and there was one old man wearing a hat who wanted to pick a fight. Read the rest of this entry »