This is a day of historical note. Here is the top entry today. In 1620, and I quote: The “Pilgrim Fathers depart Leiden, Netherlands for England on their way to America.” The Pilgrim Fathers. The Fathers, they say. There is
Month: July 2019
Old wives laying it down.
Just yesterday, I was thinking about a friend who was stung by a jellyfish. It was many, many years ago, and our families were vacationing down at Virginia Beach. The waters were teaming with those creatures. On the second day,
The whole ball of wax. Up my sleeve.
Have you ever feasted your eyes on something? People have told me to do this, at times, in my life. “Feast your eyes on this, Polly.” I could never quite look at the “thing” they were showing me, because suddenly,
All is Fair in Deep Fried Anything.
Fairs. I never really knew about Fairs until I moved to Preble County when I was 26 years old. We grew up in the City of Dayton, Ohio. And I now know that our county (Montgomery) had a Fair every
I’m wild for you.
There’s just that “something” about looking a tortoise in the eye. I’ve never met one I didn’t like. Yesterday, that record continued. I can’t remember his name, but he was a tortoise of considerable dimensions. Of course, I had to
Roll your Rs. And blow your nose.
My Dad was a singer. Granted, he didn’t have a great voice. It was sweet, though. His was a happy voice. And he sang all the time. Or whistled. He had an uncanny knack for remember lyrics, poems, stanzas, dialogue.
The fly on the wall and other places
Last night, like most nights, we were all lying on the bed watching Murder She Wrote, or some other throwback adventure on TV. Dogs and People. I also had my laptop on my lap, writing or illustrating a version of
Use your brain or someone uses it for you.
I never got into the whole Zombie rage. I just know, that for quite some time, Zombie Shows became wildly popular on TV. I think the one that everyone liked was “The Walking Dead” or “I’m a Zombie, How ‘bout
The making of the donuts and beyond
Sometimes, I think about the Dunkin’ Donuts Guy. He was the guy from their ad campaign which started many years back. In fact, I think it was the early 1980s. Fred the Baker was his name. His alarm would go
Letters from the Big Guy Upstairs.
No one really likes to hear about other people’s dreams. I know this. But every night, I have a grand mix of spectacular from the other world. It is like going to the movies every time I sleep, and I