Ink Spots
Stories from a small town in the Midwest
by Molly MacDonald
Of music, more music, and Art Cullen
"Sometimes I wonder why I spend a lonely night . . ." If I could sing, I would perform the musical version here for you. Sadly, our family singing gene went to my sister and I have to be content with always being off-key and not able to carry a tune. That also was...
Of inherited genes – and the fun in finding them
A funny thing happened on the way to . . . where? or what? Hard to describe what I'm trying to write about. You see, our oldest daughter, Heather, came down from Minneapolis two weeks ago to spend a weekend with her Beloved Mother (okay, my description, not...
Of my beloved, mostly hapless, White Sox
You're probably wondering why I've reproduced the American League baseball standings today. Actually, the standings are not from today, or even from a few days ago. They are the standings on May 20, two weeks ago. By now, I'm sure the rankings have changed....