Mea Culpa, Again…
I hate being wrong.And I am wrong far more often than I would care to admit. But one of the things my mothers did right was to instill in me the importance of admitting when I am wrong. No one likes that guy who refuses to admit he was wrong even in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary.And the evidence is pretty overwhelming.As far as this blog is concerned there are two glaring mistakes I’ve been making and in order to look myself in the mirror each morning I need to come clean. Think of this as my… Read More »