“Do you think Captain Platticus will make it this time?” the eldest girl said as she leaned closer. The eldest boy leaned back and folded his arms. “He has his trusted triceratops.” The mother shushed the youngest two as they acted out Captain Platticus’ last swashbuckling battle and then tapped the father on the shoulder. “Do…
As many of you have noticed, I’ve been rather quiet around the blogosphere since late August. To explain why, we’re going to play a brief game of Good Idea, Bad Idea. Good Idea: Going to graduate school and getting a Masters in Public Administration so I can go out and do good as a career.…
For sooth, it is a great misunderstanding that dogs do not understand Shakespeare. However, if you listen to their barks, their whines, their howls, you will realize their words are as grand as the great Bard himself. In this and following posts, I hope to capture the depth of sorrow, the height of elation, the…
The L. Palmer Chronicles 