I used to cringe when a black cat would cross my path and think "Oh no, seven more years of bad luck." But after all of those years totaled triple digits (a lot of cats run across the street while I am driving to assignments in a given day) I stopped cringing.
Last Friday I took my two sons to say hello to my wife during her lunch. As we were getting out of my car I looked up over downtown Sandusky and saw something I hadn't seen before. A bald eagle was soaring above the shoreline.
I moonlight as a columnist for our monthly FIT magazine. My "Come on, try me" feature started out with me taste testing various reduced-fat meals and reporting on their taste, texture and nutrition facts.
I was driving back from assignment in Norwalk a couple weeks ago and came upon a car parked in front of a house. It caught my attention because the nose of the car was much lower than it should have been even if the car was tricked out with lower suspension.