I love the way news people sensationalize every little tidbit that comes across their desk. They work hard to convince us the new middle-school Assistant Principal’s hangnail is a catastrophe of epic proportions. The school Superintendent has issued a lock-down, a SWAT Team is…
You’ve read the title and I know what you’re thinking–shame on you! But then . . . what if you’re right? The Great Premise of a good many stories is the burning question, “What if?”In this week’s tale, I once again dip into that…
I want apologize in advance for this week’s offering. I don’t usually resort to crude, juvenile humor two weeks in a row . . . make that four weeks in row . . . Oh, never mind. When I saw the photo prompt, courtesy…
Those of you from the Baby Boomer generation may remember of an album entitled “Music From Big Pink” by The Band. It was recorded in the basement of a rental in West Saugerties, New York. The most popular track on this album was The…
For ages scientists have been trying to quantify how much of our talents, behaviors, and booger-pickin’ tendencies come from our DNA and how much is a reflection of the environment in which we’re raised. This makes me wonder what would happen to that new…
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