This I Believe
I found my keyboard a little earlier than usual this morning. When one of the young ones is under the weather, I’m up and on duty. The little guy woke at 4:00 a.m. with a mild fever and cough. He’s back to sleep now but I’ve started my day reading something to wake the senses . . . National Public Radio’s “This I Believe.” Five random essays later: welcome to Wednesday. Browse or listen: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4538138
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