Monthly Archives: January 2011

I do have a Facebook page but I’m not very good “at Facebook.” I long ago grew weary of the insignificant posts. Knowing that someone is at the gym or looking for Waldo or whatever isn’t my idea of keeping … Continue reading →

Greg stepped over to my office during his lunch break yesterday. We spent some time sharing events from our past, particular things that we had done in the way of creative expression. There wasn’t a gushing torrent, just a quiet … Continue reading →

There is a legend that the Esquimeaux have a hundred words for snow. A report I read a few years ago said they only have a dozen or so. I don’t know any of them but I’d love to know … Continue reading →

The first thing we did at the new place here was build a shed for the horse. Before we had running water restored in the house. Before we repaired the toilets, before we had a shower. Two months before we … Continue reading →

“Bushel of wheat, bushel of rye; if you’re not ready, holler out ‘I.’” That was the final warning when we played Hide-n-Seek as I was growing up. It was the preliminary notice that the Seeker was about to come looking … Continue reading →

I grew up in southwestern Kentucky in the Fifties and Sixties. Although integration was not completed in Columbus, Ohio, until 1984, it was done eighteen years earlier where I lived. Toward the end of the school year in 1966, the … Continue reading →

I just now checked our local weather history for the past couple of days, specifically looking at low temperatures. The readings are taken at Rosecrans Airport, just a few miles east of our house. In that low flat bordering the … Continue reading →

Looking out the window, seeing the sun impossibly bright on these miles of white powder, I think the day must be warmer than it is. There is a brilliant glow on these acres of snow, rippled like the tides rolling … Continue reading →

Over the years, stories about dealing with State Motor Vehicle and Drivers’ Licensing departments have become legendary. Having dealt with only a few, mostly midwestern states, I can’t speak to the entire national scene. Noentheless, the stories I’ve read and … Continue reading →

These winter mornings come cold and slow, a pale showing, the darkness gradually giving way to shades of light. The night holds to the earth like a mother not ready to give way to the growing up of a last … Continue reading →