2019

I’m not a big fan of car racing, and truthfully, it surprises me that I am not. I find that I drive much faster than most people, especially out on the open country roads. Too fast. There’s something about the imaginary wind sweeping through my imaginary hair if the windows were rolled down. Well. The

The first Thanksgiving wasn’t really in 1621. It happened thousands of years before, when some human, somewhere, found that glowing feeling in their heart. The overwhelming sensation of ultimate gladness. Something happened somewhere to them, and suddenly, they found this awareness for the first time. They were thankful. And so it continues. The giving of

  I’ve read this in the news before, and this morning, it has re-surfaced again. The headline read: “Trump supporters say God chose him to be president” I’m not going to write about Trump, not in full. Because, while I initially want to poke fun, the truth of the matter is, this is incredibly dangerous.

  We had some company Saturday night. Mary’s grandson’s were over, 12, 9, and 3. They are good boys with amazingly high decibel levels. Around mid evening they wanted to watch a movie. Robin Hood. As we turned on the Roku, I asked them, which Robin Hood? I told them there were at least a

  A million seconds is just around 2 weeks. A billion seconds is 32 years. That gives you a little glimpse into the size of having a billion of something. If the big Sun in the sky were to be scaled down to the size of a white blood cell somewhere in our bodies, the

  There’s the old joke. Why shouldn’t you write with a broken pencil? Because it is pointless. Some days I don’t have a point here. I simply meander. I think there is a lot to be said for meandering. It is to wander at random, or to proceed aimlessly. You know. To bump around into

  I haven’t worked in an office in years. I can’t say that I miss it. There are meetings, papers being pushed around, ill-placed water coolers, year-end office parties, and such. It’s all very extrovert-ish. I needed just one more wall on my cubicle, I’d say. Anyway, there are is a lot of chatter in

The first time I ever went to Farraday’s Skating Rink was in the third grade. I used to roller skate all the time, in our basement. I had an old pair of white leather skates, that were handed down to me a hundred times over, and didn’t fit my feet. We would run circles around