Full disclosure: I love Jim Wilbur. Not many people can pull off the grumpy lovable guy thing. I can see him rolling his eyes at that statement–stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away in a ratty old man cardigan. A million years ago (also known as the early ’90s), Jim and my friend, Liz, were boyfriend and girlfriend. Steve and I would hang out with them almost every weekend, playing a card game called Pooch and drinking beer.  After a few drinks, Jim would threaten to…

There are only a few more days until summer vacation is over for my kids and they head back to school.  Emily is getting ready to start middle school, so she’s excited about new clothes, getting a locker, and a new crop of boys to chase.  Ryan will be in the 4th grade and his excitement level is considerably lower than his sister’s. When the concept of summer vacation was first introduced in the US, it was so that kids could work on the farm all summer.  Certainly,…