June 2020

Scientists love to observe. And they will observe just about anything, so long as it interests them. Some scientists like to observe human behavior, and boy, do they ever have their work cut out for them. I recently read an article that reported on one of those studies. Those smarties looked at our “personal habits” […]

Someone called me a “Commie” yesterday. Yes, a commie. Which I am assuming stands for Communist. While I have visited Russia, it was only for three days. So I don’t think that qualifies, albeit I did fall in love with St. Petersburg. The name-calling happened on Facebook. The man also said that I wished to

My dad’s family — his mother and father’s ancestors — were all a bunch of city roustabouts. Born in Dayton, Ohio. Living in small houses, lined up with all the other houses, just a couple miles from downtown. Saloon owners, teamsters, day laborers. Oh, the city folk. My mom’s mother was born in Mercer County,

As I was working on what to write about today, wading through potential material for subjects, I kept thinking to myself several different times, “I sure do miss ___________ (insert missing “old days” thing here). It happened at least a half dozen times. The thing that finally broke the camel’s old humpy back was an

Okay. Here is how the Universe works. Last night, we were watching TV. To be exact, it was streaming CBS All Access, and on most nights, we end our nighttime shows with a dose of Perry Mason. Oh, how we love to watch Perry sleuth. Anyway, in one scene, there were about four or five

Flogging is the wrong word if you ask me. This morning, I just read that Nero suggested that his secretary should commit suicide to avoid “death by flogging.” This, just moments before Nero put himself to death, with a little help from his friend. But that word “flogging.” When I hear flogging, I see in

Every once in a while, I’ll see a notation made in “This Day in History” about Attila the Hun invading someplace. I never see any mention of him doing much else besides conquering and pillaging. Today it said: 452— Italy invaded by Attila the Hun. No tennis trophies, or Nobel prizes. No. He simply liked

We are fortunate to live in the middle of a park. At least it feels that way sometimes, with the ongoing parade of deer, coming in various packs. Every bird under the sun, eating at our feeders, banging their little beaks on our trees. A large pond and a small pond, filled with fish of