I’d like to write a nice story, a happy story, about A.A. Milne today. This day, January 18th, is his birthday. He came into this world in 1882, in a place called Hamstead, England. I’ve never been there but it sounds awfully nice, as I am very fond of ham. That’s might be something Pooh […]
‘And I am a Bear of No Brain at All.’ Or am I? Read More »
They say it is completely impossible to hum while holding your nose. Go on. Reach up there and pinch it, then try to hum a few bars. To hum, the air has to escape out of our noses. No air, no noise. No hum. The air we draw in and out is essential to
Holding your breath from 2 minutes to 10 hours. Read More »
A few weeks ago, Mary’s youngest grandsons asked me if I thought Roswell was real. I told them, “Of course it is real. It is a place in New Mexico, and there are a lot of buildings there, with people in them.” But they wanted to know what I thought of the UFO story. I
It happened one night, in the Universe somewhere. Read More »
I’m against shaming our dogs with those signs that hang around their necks. While it may be hilarious on social media, it is not so funny to the dog. They know what we’re saying. Let’s get this out of the way, first thing, though. You don’t see it happening very often with cats, and I’ll
It is a shame that it hangs around their necks. Read More »
Early this morning, I read a wrap-up story about the NCAA Football Championship. I’m not going to write about the game. You can read about that anywhere. However, I was pulling for the Louisiana State University Tigers to win over the Clemson Tigers. A duel of Tigers. As it turns out, LSU won in a
In winning colors. You are. We are. Read More »
I’ve always had a bit of an interest in the Knights Templar. Not enough to study them in depth, but I’ve read some articles about them. It was on this day, January 13, in the year 1128, that Pope Honorius II made a big announcement about this military group. He called them an “Army of
Things that go bump into Knights Read More »
I never went to camp. Not really. One summer in my youth, probably during the third grade or so, I went with a friend of mine, to the downtown location of the Boys Club. I guess it was some sort of a summer day camp. Truthfully? I think our parents sent us down there to
They call them Happy Campers, but not me. Read More »
Mired in details. That’s what I’ve become today. Everything I’ve set out to write has become completely weighed down with dates, and facts, and figures. And every time I read it back, I could see its little pockets being overstuffed with the particulars, its pants beginning to sag, with an early onset of plumber butt.
It’s a muddy mess in those details Read More »