Other than planning and thinking about the future of personal freedom, my biggest passion is probably the animals in my life. I’m a sucker for homeless animals, so all of the ones I have were homeless in one fashion or another. This is Charlotte, who is almost 2 years old. She and her two sisters are from a stray I took in not too long before they were born. The mother was too skittish to be adoptable, and her daughters inherited a good deal of her fear of people, so I didn’t believe anybody would be happy with them since they were never going to be typical cuddly house cats. Charlotte and her sisters, Emily and Anne, were named for the writing Bronte sisters. I’ll introduce you to others of the McElroy Zoo along the way, because I can assure you that they’re more interesting than I am.

Will better marketing make you love state-controlled medical industry?
Money can’t buy happiness, but poverty can make you miserable
Loving a depressed person means holding tightly on trips through hell
Loving father’s pride in daughter easily bridges our language gap
Odd interest in UK’s royal family suggests remnant of need for ruler
Love’s closest counterfeit sounds like love but acts like selfish need
Banning or limiting access to guns won’t prevent evil in human hearts
Surreal dream wakes, shakes me; which is reality, which is dream?