Point To Ponder

It had been a long day – making the delivery of our paper throughout the region at local post offices, not to mention the rack box locations, and while I no longer had Speech practice to worry about, there were still ball games to cover and accounts to visit.

So, to make a long story short, I didn’t get home until around 9:30 at night. I hung up my coat, trudged down the stairs to my man-cave office, exchanged tired grunts of hello with my wife, and walked through the laundry room into my small slice of personal heaven.

But something was wrong.

You ever walk by something, know there is somethi...