July?  How can it be?  Is it because I’m getting older or that the days are just jam-packed with so many things that time flies by so quickly?  It really doesn’t seem that long ago when my sister and I enjoyed the long, warm summer days together playing with friends until it got dark ...

  It’s the week before Thanksgiving.  I’m sitting in my office listening to the hustle and bustle at The River after coming in from a yucky sleet, almost snowy afternoon.  Dock doors opening and closing.  Pallet jacks beeping to alert volunteers to step aside please.  Conversations wit...