Month: February 2019

If I had a kid, and I lived in Russia, I would have named him Dmitri. Unless, it was a girl of course. Then, I am not sure what her name would have been. If we lived in St. Petersburg,

Because of circumstances outside of my control, my life has come to be settled in the country. We live in the midst of a hundred plus acres. Most of our neighbors have cows, or pigs. Chickens. Goats. Let’s just say

We have 50 of them. States. Here in the United States of America. I am not sure how “united” we are these days. But. The “states” part is true. And every state has its good little highs and its bad

I don’t keep a journal. Heaven only knows, that would be silly. I mean, what would I put in a journal? I spill out all of my proverbial guts here, on this confounded blog every day. Today is no different.

Superstition is a funny thing. It is completely real for many people. In our culture, a large portion of the population will not walk under a ladder. Or, they avoid breaking any kind of mirror, hence the seven years of

The Super Bowl is being played tonight. I should probably write something about that, since it is such a dang big deal. And, now that I’ve met my obligations, let’s move something else. But. Before that game begins, there is

There is a very good quote by that fellow, James Joyce. He once said, “The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.” And that is certainly the truth. We do as we think. Ultimately. Today is James

I don’t understand why, but I have been thinking about fishing poles this morning. Not just any, but the ones I am seeing in my mind’s eye. My five-year-old mind. There were just a small gathering of them, and they