When certain people have the freedom to hurt others, no one is safe.

The older you get, the more of your belongings fall into this category. But my favorite ones are the wool blankets I’ve knitted. There’s one I’ve been wrapping up in for about six years, and I kinda hope they bury me in it when I croak.

Plain ol pinto beans. One summer, my dad was really strapped for cash, and we ate beans every day for at least a month, and I never got tired of them. I still love them now, almost 50 years later.