The Eagle Has Landed
We drove to Las Vegas to attend our grandson Quentin’s Eagle Scout induction ceremony, held at the regional Scout Council on Saturday, March 2nd.
Hawk-a-a-a!
Social media, forsooth. Tell you what, I’m getting far more out of Instagram and Twitter these days than Facebook, which … with the exception of a few friends who still take the time to write actual newsy posts … features little more than lowest common denominator copy & paste crap.
Snow Day
The dogs took one look outside and decided the call of nature can wait. Now it’s a contest to see how long they can hold it.
Chili Today, Hot Tamale
There’s only one thing to do on a day like this: cook chili and cornbread.
A Night in the Fever Swamp (Updated & Clarified)
Rather than roll over and accept that some of our fellow humans, equipped with brains at least biologically similar to yours and mine, can smell smoke and think it means there’s an iceberg nearby, or listen to Trump’s third-grade schoolyard taunts and hear a fourth-dimensional chess master at work, I trust my own powers of observation.
My Sweetheart’s a Mule in the Mines
I’m continually taken aback by how little I know about my own family, things my sisters all talk about but for whatever reason are revelations to me.
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
Tell you what, though, when you reach your 70s the hits come fast and hard. Be positive, Paul (I tell myself). And don’t let this blog become an ossuary.
Lois, RIP
Lois, my father’s second wife, died yesterday in Cape Girardeau, Missouri.