I wasn’t gonna do this, sit down and write anything, but here I am, sitting on the last page of 2015, and I feel like I need to leave my mark on it. Write those words down before I close the book and put it on the shelf.

There was a lot of good this year. A lot of good. And there was the best: Betty and I moved into our (my) dream home. The home we plan on growing old in. Those who know me best know what a big deal this is. Ever since I struck out on my own, Betty at my side, I’ve resisted p...