We make connections. All the time. Whether we realize it or not. Sometimes, they are amazing, wondrous, awesome connections. Other times, they could go completely unnoticed by one, or many, of the entities involved. A good friend reminded me this
Scenes from a Holiday Weekend.
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” ― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 “No
Lest we forget.
Memorial Day. We set aside this particular day to honor the people who died while serving in this country’s armed forces. The United States of America. A lot of men and women have served in the U.S. Military since this
It is all blue and white.
We probably know a lot less than we think we do. All of us. In the words of the eminent Socrates: “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” Have you ever heard the saying, “There are seven
Be very, very careful.
With the upcoming Holiday Weekend, I probably ought to do a public service announcement, or something. So. Here it is. I’ll do what I can to make your weekend error free. With that, I bring you just a smidgey-bit of
The Buck Stops. Period.
Today, I learned… Let’s see. We have several state parks here in Ohio. One is called Buck Creek State Park, located near Springfield. Apparently there has been very little recreational activity on the lake. This has been due to low
Duck, rats, tune in.
Television has become a bit of a Pack Rat. There are a gazillion things to watch on TV. I mean it. A gazillion. First, regular TV has ballooned. If you have an antenna, you have a ton of channels, even
The Book Dude
Now you see it. Now you don’t. Today, I was just thinking about Door-to-Door Encyclopedia Salesmen. They fell into extinction, just like the dinosaurs. I miss them. It was the coolest thing when one of them did stop by your
Do we? Should we?
I pray with my Mom when I am with her. She likes it when I do, and says that I pray beautifully. I could probably mix a batch of corn starch and water… and Mom would think it was wonderful.
The rise and the fall.
Life is a miracle. We are reminded of that particularly during this time of year. It is a time of starting over. When new life is born. When plants rise up, out of the ground. When blooms launch from the