Today is the Five Five. May Fifth. 05.05. These days only happen twelve times a year. So you see, they seem sort of special. You know, in July it is the seventh, in March, the third. And on. Yes, the Five Five. I think one smart woman took advantage of this date. That was Coco […]

There are certain animals that I see on this planet, and I can’t help but to like them. There are the usual suspects. Cats and Dogs. What’s not to like about them? I mean, in the case of the dog, they are so delighted to see us every time we walk in the door. It

The more I live in this place, the more expansive it seems to be. This world. Lately, there is quite a bit of discussion about the country’s infrastructure. One side says it is one thing, the other side says differently. All they have to do is consult the dictionary on this one. It seems pretty

They’ve been plastered in the news lately. Every day, there is some mention about the impending return of the Cicadas. I tried to think back to the last time they came around, and to be honest, I don’t remember one way or the other. If you do the 17-year math, it would be 2004. By

This morning, I had the thought that we are not much good to ourselves or anyone else when we don’t have inner peace. Maybe we call it something different. An even temperament. Or a decent mood. But the low and behold of it, is inner peace. Without having that sense of calm in ourselves, it

Some fellows change their names to something catchier. Such was the case for John Luther Jones. He was born on March 14, 1863, in a little place called Cayce, Kentucky. It is a squatty little town, in that little crook of Kentucky, where Tennessee and Missouri meet up. Anyway, people gave him the nickname “Cayce,”

Sometimes, when watching movies, or TV shows, or sports, I “pull” for a certain one of those things if I have a personal connection. The connection could be anything. Say, for instance, my neighbor’s niece was a producer for “Law and Order.” Well, I always hope that show does well in the ratings. And such.

Jumping out of a plane is something I will probably never do. At least, not unless I’m forced. I’m sure it is thrilling and all. I know that people do this for the adrenaline rush, or the distinction that goes along with saying, “I’ve jumped from a plane.” But I am milk toast. I am