Good Grief, Charlie Brown

It was just a whim. Maybe I was avoiding work. Possibly, I was taking a break from the craziness of having a new puppy at home. Or maybe, just maybe, I was drawn to a morning at The Garza County Museum by some force larger than myself.I hate to admit it, but I had never been there after being connected to Post for over thirty-two years. I could give a hundred excuses as ...