There isn t a great deal about our private lives that we haven t shared with you each Sunday in this space. You ve been made privy to our highlights and lowlights, our good times and some that weren t very good at all. But, sometimes, it s been close to the same thing. Take, for example, when I locked myself out in freezing weather with no shirt on and Kaye stood in the kitchen laughing hilariously for a while before letting me in. I ve known and broken or tales of my attempts at fixing things around the house with my electric glue gun.
Camping is another topic that has occupied several columns.
It s one of the great loves of our lives. My never-ending battle of the bulge seems to creep in from time to tune. Oprah and I should probably compare notes. Of course, holidays and the way we celebrate them at the Little home in Morrisonville have found their way into these ramblings in a timely fashion. Maybe this year s St. Patrick s Day events will work their way into a column.