The long arm of the law

The long arm of the law seems to have wrapped itself firmly around my shoulders this summer. You may recall me writing (okay, possibly complaining) a few columns ago about getting two speeding tickets in exactly the same spot two weeks apart. Well, I promptly paid the...

Digging for treasure

There was a tiny ledge above the highest shelf of our kitchen cupboards growing up, where strange and unusual things were kept. Like the gallstones my mom brought home in a jar after her surgery in the 1970s, and the plastic-wrapped and yellowed top layer of their...