LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I could not find my fairy lights, for my weekend cookout, on the porch, I looked all through my garage, and settled for those tiki with the ...

Glorious sun warms my arthritic soul, Let us celebrate with a full salad bowl, Or, do a picnic when we eat, Reserve sunshine for our t...

I fired up my old rusty gas grill, Thought for the holiday I'd cook up a thrill, I cooked burgers and wieners, For my juveniles an...