I should have known we had an uninvited visitor.

On Halloween, the thing you must do...

When Sweetheart Al and I listen to the hooting conversation of a couple of owls, we each hear a different message.

We use our hands -- these marvels of beauty and engineering at the ends of our arms -- in so many

different and contradictory ways.

We're all connected. And sometimes, something as small as a familiar name spoken by a stranger on the radio, can remind us dramatically of that connection.