By Glenn Dromgoole I don’t travel a lot. I don’t like airports, and I find that I can’t drive very far before I need to pull over and take a nap. And, when I get to the hotel, the pillows are too large or too hard or too something.  The best thing I have found about a vacation is getting

By Glenn Dromgoole I was privileged to have a number of grownups who cared about me when I was growing up. But there was always one special grownup, one great friend, who not only cared about me but who was fun. She laughed often and laughed heartily. There was always a twinkle in her eyes. Decades later, her wonderful laugh

By Glenn Dromgoole When we moved to a new neighborhood a few years ago, we were pleasantly surprised to see that, on our trash pickup days, our empty dumpster had been rolled up to our garage by someone. We didn’t know who. It happened early in the morning before we were up and about. It was a thoughtful gesture, and

Editor’s Note: Glenn’s column is just in time for the Children’s Art and Literacy Festival (CALF), which will be held June 11-14. Many of the locations cited are associated with the festival. Be sure to check out the rest of them, too. You’ll be glad you did. By Glenn Dromgoole With Abilene’s reputation as the Storybook Capital of America comes

By Glenn Dromgoole I was on Facebook the other day with some people from my hometown, people that I hadn’t seen in person in years. And I was reminded that, to them, I will always be Glenn Allen. Not Glenn. Glenn Allen. And I suspect that is true of a good many people, especially from small towns, who were called