The Fourth Dimension As the years go by and I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realise that there is indeed a fourth dimension and that it is the passing of time. It seems such a short while ago that racial segregation was rampant in the U.S and it was accepted by almost everyone. White was…

I am so glad I hung onto my cross-country skis when we moved into town! Last Sunday was a perfect ‘old fashioned Christmas card’ kind of day with sunlight sparkling off the snow blanketed trees and underbrush. The Village had plowed the trail that parallels the highway and I found myself scooting right along.  (Well…