On this, the occasion of my 10,000th birthday, I would like to say … oh, OK, I’m not really 10,000 years old.
It is almost spring and the first specks of bold, new colors are sprouting among us. No, not spring flowers silly.
Look, I just don’t know if I can stomach the path this nation is taking one more day. What kind of world do we live in when a down-on-his-luck panhandler has to say, “Pardon me, brother.
Nothing’s wrong just as long as You know that someday I will. Someday, somehow I’m gonna make it all right But not right now.
You really need to be in tip-top shape to come down with anything nowadays. The down-and-out workout.
Don’t you just hate it when worlds collide? My second-grader informed us, imperiously, that Cupid is “just a myth.
The first Girl Scout cookie was sold on Nov. 11, 1932 by a troop in Philadelphia. The girls baked cookies for day nurseries as a community service project.
You just never know when you will be tapped for greatness. On the day the play parts were passed out by the school’s music teacher – a man with nerves of steel and/or really heavy-duty ear plugs – my son came bearing that slip of paper like it was the sword pulled from the stone.
Pardon my dust, but my home page is a mess. Worse yet, I’m expecting visitors. At least I hope I get visitors.
Generally, I shun technology. Fear it, even. I am still using a circa 1997 computer because, quite frankly, I’m scared to death of having to approach some 17-year-old employee at the equivalent of a “Techno Toys “R” Us” and showcase my pathetic ignorance.