Nothing puts me in a foul mood faster than something I can’t fix. That means I’m in a fuming funk a lot of the time, not fit to live with until whatever is broken is either repaired or replaced. At the moment it’s the #*(^%$! roof. The roof over my sunroom office has been...
Edgar Allen Beem •
Opinion •
Monday, January 7, 2013 at 9:50 am