It stands there, silent, stoic and stately as a stature, signifying nothing. * * * It’s not hard to find ‘nothing’ to write about. Just look around, plenty of it out there. The hard part is to make ‘something’ out of the ‘nothing.’ God did, you say. Well, guess who we’re not… Take this ladder, …

We either like ‘em or not. No middle ground for discussion. * * * Grits, a staple of the South. Corn, stone ground, boiled, buttered, red-eye gravy and cheese. If served with country ham and biscuits the size of baseballs, it’s as close to heaven as you can get. What? It turns your tummy, you …

As surely as the sparks fly upward, I was born lazy. * * * Life reviews are a trap. Avoid self-analysis. The excursion will reveal uncomfortable truths better left buried. Ask your spouse instead. They have all the answers. Be wary of any discussion about your moral failings. If trapped, simply blame anything close at …