Back then, we didn’t call it Black Friday. But for Mad Dog Sherbondy, it was as black as it gets.

& Well, yesterday I was 80.  Today I’m 80 plus one, filled with the memory of fine food and drink and felicitations from a flurry of fine friends who dropped by to celebrate the occasion and sent word via ancient means of communication – the mail, the telephone and even a few smoke signals.  The nice thing about the modern […]

Found, deep in the musty records of the University of Colorado, the truth about a 50-year-old fib.