My daughter thinks I’m the tooth fairy. I don’t mean she thinks that there is no such thing as the tooth fairy, she thinks I’m THE tooth fairy. She is convinced of it. She has lost quite a few teeth in the last couple months and she is convinced that I am magically making them fall out. She keeps trying to trick me into admitting that I am using my magic against her. She keeps asking what I need the teeth for and what I’m doing with them. Anytime I say anything on the subject she always responds with, “Why would you say that if you weren’t the tooth fairy?” or “SEE! I KNEW IT!” The evil side of me wants to play with this notion. My good side, also known as my wife, keeps telling me it’s a bad idea. I want to say things like, “I’m going tooth collecti…I mean… uh… I’m going to the gym.”...

I’ve been drinking this beer called Oddball. It is a Kölsh Style beer. It is light and refreshing and with a fairly low alcohol content so it is nice to enjoy with friends. I was having one with my wife and mother-in-law playing cards when a memory came rushing back to me. Sometimes moments and actions don’t feel like we think they will. When I was little I hated to go to my Grandma’s house. I told my parents it was because it was boring but there was something far more sinister lurking behind my statement. When we would go to my Grandma’s I would spend all my time outside. They lived in a retirement trailer park so there were never other kids, just me. The reason I didn’t spend time in the trailer was because of my Grandfather. My Grandma and Grandpa had divorced long before I was around and my Grandma had remarried a man who was much older and whom I now...