Seasonal Encroachment Disorder
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
In & around Tucson, Arizona
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
True enough there’s never been an election like this in our country. It’s unbelievable, save for the fact it’s happening right in front of our eyes.
It would be entirely in character for Trump, in a fit of loser spite, to pull the trigger on the kind of white supremacist street violence we saw last night.
A little local color before the Thanksgiving holiday, during which I plan to blog not a jot or tittle.
Well, another year shot to hell.
The Wienermobile was in town yesterday, so we took Mister B to see it.
Fame is a heady drug. So where are the girls and money already?
What, you say Hallowe’en isn’t a national holiday? Well, it damn well should be!