If you stood the wife and I before an unabashedly crimson hay barn with a bulls-eye painted on the ever popular "broad side", removed all forms of our respective corrective eye wear, and asked us to each throw a ball against the target, we would reply, together, "what barn?".
I have come to the conclusion that I am not a very good writer. There could some over-simplification there; perhaps I should clarify. I might have some little skill as a writer, I might not, but based on the frequency with which I produce written content, one could be forgiven for thinking that as a … Continue reading …and now for something completely different