Sunny Fall days say, “Slow down,” observe the last of the summer flowers. * * * ‘Slow down’ is exactly what this morning is about. To move any slower would invite rigor mortis to set in. And the quiet Sunday morning porch is a perfect spot for letting nature do the movement. And it’s alive …

O joy! That in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! William Wordsworth * * * I’m sitting in the Snip and Clip Hair Emporium, a fancy name for a ‘beauty parlor.’ I’m waiting for my turn for a haircut. It’s weird, sitting in the midst …

And the priest laid his hands upon the scapegoat’s head and said, “Good luck.” * * * It was just a goat, a common variety of goat, no special breeding.  The special breeding goats didn’t occupy the common barnyard. They were bred for something different. They grazed across the fence from the manicured and pristine …