Spring is here, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and bees are buzzing. Boy are they buzzing. Now is the time of year honey bees are swarming. And this year, swarms seem more numerous and larger than normal. Maybe because of the warm winter? We don't know, but, we here at Jersey Cape Beekeepers are catching swarms like crazy. Maybe you will be lucky enough to see one.

My wife, Patricia, and I recently traveled to Chicago for the birth, May 7, of a son to our son, Benjamin, and his wife Soledad.

The baby’s name is Francis, after Francis of Assisi. I could not be happier with the name, because of the reason for choosing it.
As I have gotten older, I have developed a deep appreciation for the importance of names, because I have come to believe that if a child is named after an accomplished person, the child will strive to fill those shoes.

There will be so many Memorial Day sales, it's possible you might not have time to give even a passing thought to what the day means or about those who will be remembered. Why should you? They're old and dead, and this is today. Memorial Day is about yesterday, isn’t it?

Young folks don't have time to listen to old soliders and sailors talk about watching buddies die in their arms, or losing minds over what they saw. Who cares? That was their war, not ours.

When it comes to choosing a valid purpose for our lives, how do we go about seeking our meaning? Why did we get out of bed today? What values went into making our decisions when it came to behaving the way that we have displayed with our actions in these last twenty four hours?

The motivation came from within for MaryBeth Keeler as her softball team struggled mightily while she closed in on the career milestone of 100 hits. The Lower Cape May senior contemplated not even playing the sport in her final high school season so she could concentrate solely on her outstanding field hockey aspirations.

Decade after decade, I work with the unhappiest of marriages: lonely couples living parallel lives, bitterly attacking each other in public, having clandestine affairs. Last week I was deeply touched as Art, a distinguished businessman with white hair and deep brown eyes, wept quietly.