Here I am (again), stuck in the middle with you (with apologies to the late Gerry Rafferty).
So, yes, it’s true: While Halloween is my favorite holiday, I’m not only deathly allergic to raw pumpkin but I also have coulrophobia.
And I cherish my coworkers, but not when they prey upon my fear of clowns.
I was back in Cleveland the other weekend for my cousin’s wedding. That, coupled with the abundance of letters to the editor and guest columns we received, is why there was no column from me in last week’s edition.