It was a hot July morning in 1976.  Mom was already at work and my dad had decided it was time for all living beings to be awake in our hous...

Every kid loved and respected Mrs. Pat. Each Sunday morning, I and every other kid less than 13 years old in my church, went to our respecti...

After our intense morning of sand sculpting for the Piccolo Spoleto Competition in Charleston on Saturday, Violet and I got in my car with f...

Last year was the first time I had ever participated in the Piccolo Spoleto Sand Sculpture Competition in Charleston, SC.  You can find a po...