Valentine's Day was only three days away and I had yet to book a restaurant reservation. The sounds of frustration I made that were leaking into the greater universe were the sad call of the deep doo-doo bird. The count was full and I needed a home run.
Over the last three days, three different readers have written to me in a panic, concerned that they may be the victims of identity theft. At least one of these readers clearly was a victim of such theft.
I can remember days long since passed where Scotty, his cousin and my good friend, Gerry, and myself and sometimes others would roam the friendly streets of Aiken just off of Whiskey Road in search of some adventure and candy – well, mostly candy.