History serves up little dishes of this and that for us to sample. We look back on those things, and either give our approval of how it tastes, or our disapproval, depending on the event. One such item occurred in
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Parallel Swimming
There was a time, probably about 10 years ago, when we were on our yearly trip to the Cayman Islands. As with most days down there, the sun was shining beautifully, and the wind was blowing breezily. We decided to
Art Dog Lessons
Our life is full of moments. One, right after the next. Last night, I went to the Bad Art, Good Folk 2018 Celebration. It is a very big night for the Preble County Art Association. I am serving my fourth
Look out.
The news sure is full of it, here lately. The bad news abounds. It reminds me a little bit of Mr. Magoo, walking down the street, encountering one bad thing after the next. He never really sees the bus that
Wax on, wax off.
Candles. I sure do like them. And, I love to burn them, in controlled measures. Me, being the safety-freak. Some candles are very nice in the way they smell. Some are beautiful. Candles come in all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Funnel-Headed
When I was a little smackerel, I used to love to watch a big heap of cartoon. I was a little picky about it. I definitely had my favorites. The early ones were the best. Before I started off to
Eat this
I rarely eat Fast Food. But I did today, during my lunch break while in Downtown Dayton. I was selected to serve on the Federal Grand Jury. (I am an alternate at this point, but it is an 18-month term.)
Move it, or lose it.
The ups and downs of writing a Blog. Most of you know, I don’t really like to call it a Blog. I guess by Webster’s definition, it truly is a Blog: “a regularly updated website or web page, typically one
Pee comes after “Oh”
We have a pond. A couple of them actually. But our ponds will never be as famous as some. Perhaps, the most well-known small body of water is Walden Pond. Yes. The place where noted transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau spent
Back Step
I look at an old photo of our family, and it sets my wheels-a-turning. Those thoughts are, in part, remembering. And in part, wondering. The first photo was taken at our “yearly family Christmas party” at my Aunt Doty’s house.