Once you retire from the nine to five world, you (well at least me) lose touch with the flow of the weekdays.  Tuesday and Saturday could be Wednesday.  It really doesn't matter.  No more alarms to set.  No dragging a razor across your throat then choking off your air...

It's that time of year when high school and college graduates prep to graduate and attend Commencement.  I remember both of mine.  I walked across the stage at Trumbull High School, grabbed a fake diploma and just kept walking straight into a car headed for New...

All in favor? Imagine if you accidentally knock over Grandma to get a better parking spot at the grocery store?  She's sort of hobbling yet not completely dead. Hey who cares, you've got absolute immunity. Next case.  Shoplifting.  Load up your cart and wheel it out....