The mind is a flutter today. It is swarming with thoughts from Elon Musk’s automations, to the West Side Story, and back again, to the wholesome goodness of Strawberry Pop-Tarts, which I barely remember tasting. And then, over to Facebook.
Month: December 2018
Two tales
In the past couple of days, two friends have told me two very different stories. The first. A woman explained the delight of finding her birth father after 56 years. A joyful meeting. I cried at this story. The second.
The get-together recipe
I just thought I’d get this out there. Since it is the Holidays, and there seem to be a lot of family get-togethers. Depending on the family, this can go north, or it can go very south. Regardless. There is
Turn off that radio
Let’s just get it out there. The reason I haven’t talked about the Christmas Song Debauchery of late. I don’t want to be politically incorrect, but frankly, I don’t care. I do. But I don’t. But let me explain. If
Ring a ling. Ding.
I was standing in front of the Microwave Oven this morning. It was waving. So I waved back. But that wasn’t the thing that struck me. When my coffee was all heated up nice and warm, that Microwave dinged. A
The way of the Stink.
Sometimes, we get defensive. It happens. At times when we feel that our credibility, or our good character is being questioned. Sometimes, we act on our defensive feelings. Other times, we remain quiet. And plan. For retaliation. Okay, I am
Going Deep
That Bermuda Triangle. I’ve always had the big Heebie-Jeebies about that place. I’ve never been there. And hopefully, I won’t. Things fall into oblivion there. Mostly planes and boats. And the people on them. It’s also known as
Just plain crazy. Hoarse.
Since I was talking about legal immigrants yesterday, how apropos that this should come up today. Illegal Immigrants. The “caravan” of immigrants have been out of the President’s sighting scope the past few days, because Russia is blocking his
Grrrrrrrrrr. And then some.
This happened last week in Utah. A guy, a white guy, named Alan Dale Covington, said he didn’t like Mexican people. He said he didn’t like them BECAUSE they were Mexican. And then he said, “I’m going to kill
Tell it your way.
I am not sure when they conducted the survey, but recently, the UK’s Mirror took a poll. They asked people (I think it was 5,000 of them) who was (is) the “Greatest Storyteller” of all time. Not surprisingly, to me,