My compulsive watching of the documentary “The Walking Dead,” has left me with one great truth: There is no guarantee I will be here tomorrow. So, just in case there is a zombie under my bed that eats me while I sleep, let me now take the time to thank those wonderful people who raised my kids, their teachers.
Though I am tempted to brag about my sons in this column, I will save that for Facebook (complete with pictures!!). Let’s just say they both grew to become thriving, compassionate adults who aren’t jerks. They are happy with their lives. Read the full story