Willie and Indy are selling some property. Indy fancied himself a land baron back in the 60s. By the time he married Willie, he owned three properties, which Willie only discovered once the tax bills began arriving. After their wedding day. But now, Willie and Indy are looking forward. They realize they…
Don’s uncle is a government assassin. We don’t know this for sure, obviously. But wherever he goes, a foreign dignitary gets injured. Or dies. Pope John Paul? This uncle was in Malta. Viktor Yushchenko’s poisoning? This uncle was in Ukraine. The obvious conclusion is that he is an assassin. Not a good one,…
Once, years ago, I tried to get Don into the one outdoor activity I really enjoy. Skiing. I was hoping to cultivate a Johnny Come Lately – Donny Come Lately? – Shaun White. What I actually cultivated was a 6’2” human snowball with a sprained finger. It was years before that…
I had to get Willie tested for dementia. And believe me, you have not lived until you’ve told Willie you’ve discussed her memory problems with everyone but her, including her doctor, who now wants to see her pronto. And that you’re going with her to the doctor. If she hated me before,…
I think Willie is trying to kill me. Her weapon? Sleep deprivation. Her motive? Well, she still hates me. Willie was victimized by a phone scammer, the scope of which you can read about this coming weekend. I am Willie and Indy’s financial power of attorney. I think normal people maybe…
How do Don and I have a vacation – just the two of us – when one of us wants to sleep in a tent and the other one of us is far more rational? That was an easy answer before the pandemic. Don suspended his love for the outdoors and his distaste for…