Stacking Plates?

Years ago, when I was visiting my then-girlfriend, later wife, and later late wife in her Pittsburgh apartment with her roommate, one of them would make dinner. (This was before I became a major cook.) As a result, it seemed fair that I would do the dishes. One evening I was criticized for not washingContinue reading “Stacking Plates?”

Clean Sweep

Exactly a year and a day—corresponding to the time period an escaped Medieval peasant could claim freedom—after my high school graduation, I started my first real full-time job: janitor of the Historical Society of York County. There were ups and downs there, and many reasons why I referred to it as the Hysterical Society but,Continue reading “Clean Sweep”