DANVILLE — Bryan Ware stood in his kitchen on a weekday morning with his wife, dad and a close friend. There was a white drop cloth draped on the counter, two steaming metal pots on the stove and ...

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I sat next to a girl named Theresa. She never seemed prepared, and she was always borrowing my crayons. The thing was, she was always breaking my crayons. I had ...