Month: June 2019

Penguins are shrinking. It is little informational tidbits like this one, that make the world so interesting to me. They aren’t shrinking very fast albeit. They found old bones at Seymour Island (that’s down Antarctica way). Those bones indicate that

Sometimes, the sh-t hits the fan. Other times, it just piles up. Such is the case in today’s early news. It was a case of spontaneous combustion. First of all, I have to sidetrack here a little. Growing up, I

I’ve just stayed up all night trying to figure out where the sun went. Then it dawned on me. Actually, each and every day, I’m up far beyond the crack of dawn. By a few hours, at least. But today. 

They took a Squirrel Census in Central Park. Counted up those Gray Squirrels of New York City Parkdom. Specifically, it was a group called, of all things, the “Squirrel Census.” Several different societies, groups, and clubs all merged together to

I had my yearly Mammogram today. And my Bone Density Test. During the standard “health history” questions, the technician asked if I’d recently had any organ replacements. I said “No. But I did buy a new piano.” She looked at

Contraption. I just love a good contraption. I heard the word early this morning. It happens to be Webster’s Word of the Day. I often wonder, with so many choices, how Webster picks the winners for the Word of the

Again. Every day is a “National Day” of something or other. This practice of making everything on God’s Green Earth, a “National Day” has trivialized the title, if you ask me. I think National Days should be reserved for the

This is the date that Judy Garland died. She was 47 years old when she ended her life. That was in 1969. Something made her terribly sad. She couldn’t take this place any longer. So she opened up a bottle

Well, that good old Summer Time is here. June 21. The Summer Solstice. The sun has reached its super duper point in the sky, and we are at our longest day. We all know how it works. This earth we

Our jobs are not who we are. Neither are our cars, our houses, our vacations. Our looks our not who we are, not even our bodies. Who we are is in the vastness of our being. That thing we really