When I was 15 years old, my family visited Vermont with a stop at the Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream Factory in Waterbury.

A few years ago, I was where many of you are now.

My dad carries a calculator in his pocket—he likes numbers. And my neighbor can tickle the ivories like Beethoven—she loves music.

If you are scraping the bottom of the barrel at the end of the month, and the workers at the Plasma Donatio

Springtime is amazing, with green buds, flowers, and much missed sunshine. Good thing too, since it is also the time of year most of you are outside pounding the pavement.