Recently, it was pointed out I exhibit prejudice in my stories. Sadly, I had to agree. Looking back at past columns, a pattern of blatant prejudice is evident. Before you call the Civil Liberties Union, however, let me explain.

The manner in which this revelation came to me was as odd as the accusation itself. It was channeled through my wife from a lady at our local convenience store. For those of you who don’t live in a small town, that’s how news gets passed around in a place where the city limit signs are less than a mile apart. Sue had stopped by the store to invest in our r...