I’m pretty sure it is time to stop writing this. The most sincere thanks to all of you who read this, and especially, those who write some things too. Every dang day. This writing has been many things over the
Month: November 2019
Will is a good name for someone with a good will.
There’s something about him that just seems wholesome to the core. Will Rodgers. Young people today most likely have never heard of him. But today is his birthday, coming into this world in 1879, in none other than Oologah, Oklahoma.
It is those two hand that cannot clap.
We are jerking around with the Universe. Yes, we did it again. Daylight Savings Time, or lack there of, depending. We moved our clocks back one hour — that is — if you were paying attention. Here’s the thing. Unless
Looking from the other side, and back again, and then some more.
The only place we can possibly be is here, right now. That’s the truth of it. But our true measure is what we do with that place. With that, there are many paths, many roads, many ways, all about us.
Some friends are better left in their very own jungles.
There was always some kind of “something” waiting around the corner when I was a kid. I was at the tail end of seven children in our family. The tip of the tail. Every so often, things would get a