What daydreaming a lot say about you

On my way home from the post office, I drove past a school. The parking lot sat empty, the place looked abandoned, like a dry well waiting for rain.

Sharon Randall is off this week. This column was originally published in 2015. On my way back from the post office, I drove past a school. The parking lot sat empty, the place looked abandoned, like a ...

On my way back from the post office, I drove past a school. The parking lot sat empty, the place looked abandoned, like a dry well waiting for rain.

Sharon is off this week. The following replacement column is from 2015. On my way back from the post office, I drove past a school. The parking lot sat empty, the place looked abandoned, like a dry ...

Summer vacation. The thought made me smile. As I waited at a red light, something zipped by my window: A boy, 10 or 12, sailed along the sidewalk on a skateboard — kick, glide, kick, glide — with his ...

On my way back from the post office, I drove past a school. The parking lot sat empty, the place looked abandoned, like a dry well waiting for rain.

On my way back from the post office, I drove past a school. The parking lot sat empty, the place looked abandoned, like a dry well waiting for rain.