"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
I went outside and smoked a cigarette, looking this way and that, the very picture of an American idler in Mexico, right down to the grass-green golfing trousers. They had looked all right on the old man from Dallas but they made me feel like a clown. They were hot and sticky, too, made of […]
You Can’t Read That! is a periodic post featuring banned book reviews and news roundups. YCRT! News: Arizona School Book Banning Update: Tucson Unified School District’s banned Mexican-American Studies Program goes extracurricular. Interested students can now discuss outlawed subject matter and read forbidden books in off-campus classes while earning college credit, thanks to exiled teachers and public […]
I haven’t been blogging about current events. Consequently, I feel bottled up. It’s time to pop the cap and let some pressure out. First, the bag on the left. Normally when I write one of these Bag o’ Whatever posts I try to connect the bag graphic to the theme of the post. The fact […]
That’s my excuse for neglecting the blog this week: the tidal pull on my cranial fluids. Well, that and our grandson’s visit, which is going swimmingly well. I mean that literally: we’ve spent more time in the water in one week than we normally do in an entire summer. Speaking of perigee moons, here it […]
You might think it’s a stretch to compare PowerPoint to the Catholic church, but you know how they say once a Catholic, always a Catholic? Yeah, it’s like that, apparently.
“Whatever I want” for Father’s Day is turning out to be so much more than I dreamed!
Neglecting the blog? Guilty. I must do better. Clearly, not much has been happening. My cold is finally gone, as well it should be in 105°F heat. I’m back to the normal swing of things: leading tours at the air museum once a week, riding the bicycle on Saturday mornings, hitting Anytime Fitness two or […]
“Friends on the outside were always asking why he stayed in […] he had tried to find an answer sitting alone at dinner in the club filled with administrative majors and mothers talking about their children, but he never could. In his mind he carried Saturdays of flying, with the autumnal roar of crowds on […]