Rooted within my DNA is a thriving, chocolate-coded gene. Propelled from the distant past by ancestral kinfolk, its genetic pattern becomes operational at birth and overflows with chocolate as instructed. How else to explain my intense devotion to this velvety delight? I need a daily fix, and am not choosy: milk chocolate, dark, white, or bittersweet…
One of the tools our clever, unsung administrators use to support certain institutional elements — state or local — is adoption, the nonhuman kind, that is. During the 1980’s, with that concept in mind, a program based on picking up highway litter was initiated. Soon, a number of small businesses and civic groups as well as individuals began to announce the adoption of highways, streets, and roads. The…