One of the benefits of writing this column the way we do is that it allows me the opportunity to be somewhat current in my choice of topics – as current as a monthly publication can be. So I had every intention of devoting this June column to a celebration of our dads, and how they influence our sporting choices, both big and small.

Almost every dog lover imagines their coveted canine emblazoned in print, scattered across social media – maybe even getting paid in something besides dog treats. Having a pretty pooch isn’t all it takes. What can you do to tip the scales to attain 15 minutes of fame and make you an even better dog parent?.

I’ve been reading Thomas Merton’s “Seven Storey Mountain,” his self-proclaimed “autobiography of faith.” The mountain borrows from Dante’s “Mountain of Purgatory.” In his book, Merton explains his frustrations as a young man at not really knowing his “vocation.” He felt called to be a monk, but was not quite sure if it was his vocation.

I am rarely satisfied with any store-bought salad dressings. Even the fresher ones that you find in the refrigerated section of the grocery store were prepared weeks, if not months, prior to purchase. Many have too much sugar, or undesirable oils – or have oil as a main ingredient.

Cheatgrass is an annual grass native to Europe and eastern Asia that European settlers brought to North America in the late 1800s as forage for grazing their livestock.