Month: November 2018

Funny how it goes. Mary and I were just discussing all the different things that sneak into our Inboxes. The range is far and wide, from all-out junk, to important documents sent from organizations, to the wacky, weird and wobbly.

  The main focus of each day lingered mostly around two questions. “What are we having for lunch?” and “What are we going to play out at recess?” Those were the big ticket items in the brain of a fourth-grader

Robert LeRoy Parker was playing in his back yard one day, if you can imagine. It was a huge back yard by our current standards. Dusty. Rugged. Craggy. Utah has a way of making things look large, especially to a

  I believe in magic. I do. In this impossible world of ours, I have to believe in this. Otherwise, I fear, I just might explode right where I am sitting. I believe in science too. Pretty much, equally. I

  The Brady Bunch is back. I saw them the other night on some Entertainment News Show. Apparently, they are getting together for a wonderful — or weird — show of their own. It is not really a Reboot. It

Look what happened. A Historical Landmark.  Back in 1841, on this very date. The very first wagon train arrived in California. It was probably all rickety-wheeled by that point, and I am sure it smelled like holy-heck on the inside.

  There are a million Self-Help books in the world. Maybe more. Who doesn’t need a little help from time to time, after all? Believe me. Irrefutably. There is a book out there which will suggest a direct road to

I don’t have a thing. No rights. No wrongs. But really, no writes. It was one of those days. Files lost. Work gone. Long stories. But I don’t feel like writing about them. So. So. So. Have a good, happy,

  Headlines sure suck us right into the vortex, don’t they? There we are. Minding our own business. Moving through our Inboxes. And there it is. The mother of all headlines. It grabs us, and the next thing we know,