Every boy dreams of discovering buried treasure. Finding gold doubloons and muttering “Yar” are among its chief benefits. I recently voyaged out to where the rotting hulk has rested …

‘Tis the yule season, which is vastly different than the mule season, mainly because nobody has ever been kicked by a yule. I don’t think anyone has actually seen a yule, for that matter. …

We all have ancestors. They may not be the ones we might have chosen, but there they are, and there’s nothing we can do about it. Used to be that having a notorious forebear was the sort …

Whenever things are floating along nice and smooth, it is a sure bet that something is about to go haywire. That’s just one lesson I learned from revivifying our 1949 John Deere A tractor. …

Some years ago, my wife and I were driving toward Illinois, which is how we ended up in Quasqueton. Quasqueton, located in eastern Iowa, is a small town that sits astride the Wapsipinicon River. …

Summer is over, the days have grown shorter and our instincts are urging us to fill our larders in preparation for the long cold. In essence, we are nothing more than large and mostly-hairless …

The fateful diagnosis was given to me when I was 9 years old.       My parents, suspecting something was amiss, took me to a specialist. The doctor tested me, furrowed his brow, …