Clawing my way back among the living…

No thanks to “The Big Nasty Cold*” which struck and knocked me down with the intensity of a speeding FedEx truck on the morning after Christmas, followed up several days later by the onset of a full-blown case of bronchitis, I’ve been out of commission for the last...

A night at the Colonial Café

Something about owner Matt and his staff’s warm, welcoming atmosphere at The Colonial Café causes a predictable group of regulars, always augmented by a few first-timers or returning old friends, to converge every third Thursday of the month to enjoy a few hours...