Won’t You be my Neighbor?: Pittsburgh’s Monument to Mister Rogers

When I was little, a close family friend of ours would watch me while my parents were at work. My mom would say, “We’re going to Lois’s!” and I, being all of three or four, misunderstood the grammatical functions of that sentence, the result being that I addressed Lois as “Loises” for quite some time. … More Won’t You be my Neighbor?: Pittsburgh’s Monument to Mister Rogers

Adventures in Ornithography; or, the National Aviary

Let me give you a little insight into the AsparAdventure Clan’s road trips. Dad drives, Mom rides shotgun, and every once in a while she says – sometimes shouts – “Bird!” To which my father replies either “Yes, there is,” or “I can’t stop the car right now.” My mom has a thing with birds. … More Adventures in Ornithography; or, the National Aviary