Ollie on the Bridge.

Hey. You people, you. Can’t find my Human Polly tonight. I call her Tweedle, because my name is Ollie and her’s should be Tweedle. Not Polly. We sound too much alike. It confuses me. It confuses her too. She’s always

Mapping it all out.

I like to look at maps. Not for any particular purpose. Just to look and see things that I may not have known before. Like the exact spot where Kathmandu resides. Geography seems to elude certain people. I love those

News up to our knees.

There’s a lot going on in the world these days. The stress of things — the politics, the environment, the violence, the domestic terrorism. All of this can have the ability to topple our balance. Any of it can bump

It goes again. On and on.

I don’t want to write about this again, but I can’t think of much else. Today. Here in Ohio, it happened again. Another mass shooting, this one in my hometown of Dayton, Ohio. Ten people dead, and 27 injured. It

Another day I won’t write about

I’d write about another mass murder in the United States. This one, killing 19, and injuring at least 23, in El Paso, Texas. This was not carried out by bomb or knife or sledge hammer. Nope. Once again, these people

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Here’s a free thought. Today is Frédéric-Auguste Bartholdi’s birthday. Born in Colmar, France on August 2, 1834. It was a Saturday, just for the record. When he was 44 years old, he designed the Statue of Liberty to mark the

Winning ten events and more

A few days ago, an entry appeared in one of my “History” feeds. It said, that on that day, in 1976, Caitlyn Jenner won the Olympic Decathlon. I remember those Olympics very clearly. I was tuned into them like a