2022

Back in the late 1990s, people were afraid that Dolly would somehow take over the world. Not Dolly Parton. Although, these days, she makes a fairly huge impact on the world with all her humanitarian work. No. The Dolly in question was the good sheep in Scotland. The Dolly of cloning fame. She was the

The older I become, the less enamored I am with the “great sense of adventure.” I’ve never been a thrill-seeker my entire life, even as a young, fearless, twenty-something. No. I think my nickname, at least in this department, should have been “Sense and Sensibility.” I am a creature of comfort. So when I hear

Do we see eye to eye? Or do we turn a blind eye? It could just be that something catches our eye. Such was the case in Russia more than a week ago. I know this story is old news, but it bears repeating. I laughed out loud when I heard it. It has to

Since I wrote about singing yesterday, on my weekend off, I figured we might as well sing some more. Music is many things to many people. However, for some, it may prove to be detrimental (see yesterday’s blog). In this case, there was a study conducted at the University of Sydney. It was called “Stairway

Well. It was a darn good thing this wasn’t a “Sing-Along.” Because on January 5, 1996, a 63-year-old tenor with the Metropolitan Opera dropped dead on stage. Yes, he did. He had just finished reaching up to a high B and then a B flat as he sang the words “Too bad you can only

The things where there are no things. We see them as remarkable, at first glimpse, or perhaps sound. Like the voices. Not the ones in my head, but those of ventriloquists. Who better to regard in this manner than Edgar Bergen. Today is his birthday, February 18, 1903, born in Chicago. He was one of

Those public restrooms. We’ve all had to use them, time and again. Because as we know, when nature calls, it really calls. Nature calling can happen in many ways. But the way we use it, mostly, has to do with relieving ourselves with the help of the restroom. Before it was used as a euphemism,

I’m not a big slipper wearer. Strike that. I wear comfy slippers when I put my jammy pants on at night. They are called Rockdove’s, and they just slip on, easy-peasy. I’m not sure why they named them the way they did. Rockdoves. That’s just a common pigeon, with thousands of different varieties around the