My father had to move, and I was enlisted to help him clean out his house. What could possibly go wrong?

Whether we know each other personally or not, we in and around the military are one people, one community, one family. We share experiences and a sense of respect for our unique lifestyle. And we take care of each other.

I haven’t put a political candidate’s election sign in my yard or campaign bumper sticker on my car. I don’t post, share or comment on political memes on social media. I’ve never attended a political rally or debate. And I haven’t yet contributed to any political campaigns. I know exactly who I’m voting for, and why, but I’ll never tell.

When I get the opportunity to dance, which isn’t often, for the most part, I sit and watch. But every once in a while, like an old dog who’s feeling frisky, I give it a go.

I see, hear and read reports of protests, riots, and violence committed over hot-button issues plaguing the U.S. You name it, people are mad about it. But is our collective situation really as dire as it sounds?

I had to fix something on the roof. The ladder had strict setup instructions, but I wasn’t planning to be up there for long. How dangerous could it be?

In the 1970s, any kid who found shopping carts, large boxes or truck inner tubes was king for the day.

So much has changed in the decades since some of us went to high school: Our hometown, attitudes, the country, technology, society, the world.

When the children leave the nest, parents lose their precious children, yes. But they also often gain something rather enjoyable.

Initially, my interest in the Facebook Marketplace item was nothing more than casual curiosity, like online window shopping. But I didn’t stop there.