COLUMN: Just a clutz

A few weeks ago, I wrote about how karma may have played a part in two wonderful spills I had while walking around town. After another horrifically embarrassing fall inside of a school on my way to a building, I'm beginning to think that it probably has far less to do with karma and more to do with the fact that I am a klutz and it is only getting worse as I get older.

My two wonderful escapades on the snow and ice were one thing, but my predicament inside was a whole other level of not being able to go a month without some sort of random spill.

I was on my way to cover the school board meetin...