(Our nation is living in lockdown due to the coronavirus. The news is grim. Survival is critical, physically and economically. It helps to put things in perspective. I hope this Weakly Post will lighten your spirits and give you reason for hope.) The Luck of the Draw There are 52 cards in a deck and …
To paraphrase W. C. Fields, “There comes a time when we must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.” This is one of those times. ********** We’ve got a mess on our hands. Routines have been replaced with the reality of quarantine. Once unthinkable among Americans, it has been dusted off and …
“For in one hour so great riches are come to nothing.” Revelation 18:17 ********** It was bound to happen. Everybody knew it would. When, or how, nobody knew. Such is the way with plagues. Cry safety, and the world collapses. Chaos rules. Chaos has no rules but one: crap happens. Since rolls of toilet paper …
Wednesday was my birthday. I got a new pair of shoes. ********** Birthdays at advancing age tend to be heavy affairs. No more hot-breath doozies that youth brag about. Such are now only fumes of faded dreams long past. Getting long in the tooth tends to load us down with burdens grievous to be borne, …
“I was born into politics, a wedded man with a storm for a bride.” Huey P. Long ********** Political campaigns are never over. Politicians are like fleas, impossible to eradicate. The Blue team has ventured into the deep South where the cannon smoke of Ft. Sumter and the spirit of rebellion still hangs heavy in …
Look around, somebody’s always trying to prove a point. Maybe you’re one of them. ********** Sometimes it difficult to know if someone’s boasting or just disgusted. On the surface it might be taken either way. Recently I received this weather report from friends in St. Paul, Minnesota. Here it is. You decide which. Now if …
New days. How do they begin? With a list. ********** Who doesn’t keep a list? To-dos never end. We all have them, whether written, mental or compelled by others. It’s a way of life. Otherwise, how do we measure progress? The thoughts behind this missive begin when I find myself behind a large panel truck …
“There comes a time in every man’s life, and I’ve had plenty of them.” Casey Stengel ********** We’re about to say goodbye to football after the conclusion of Sunday’s big boast-off day. Are we saturated yet? But then again, is football like a federal bureaucracy, perpetually there? Let’s move on to a more interesting sport …
“For thirty years my mother pretended she was moving. My mother survived things she hated by pretending she was leaving.” Faith Shearin ********** It happens every new year, this urge to purge, to rid myself of the superfluity of living and get down to the real meat and potatoes of life. Forget the garage cleanout. …
It’s a new day, a new year and a brand-new appetite. Yeah, a few last-year’s scraps remain. So what? Let’s begin. Where? In the kitchen where every day starts. ********** Why the kitchen? What’s a better ‘good morning’ than sausage sizzling in the pan, Mr. Coffee percolating, biscuits baking and black-eyed peas boiling? Yes sir, …