Oh, no, you’re saying to yourself, not more bird pictures. And they are gooses...again...
...even better, they are gooses cabooses.
A number of years ago, another traveler on The Journey Through Life suggested that we stop using so many photographs of white-tailed deer in the newspaper.
My thought...
March 4, 2018
Mr. Old Man Winter
North Pole
Alaska, USA 00000
Dear Mr. Winter,
Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. Let me begin by asking: Do you have a calendar in front of you? Did you know that it is March in Southern Illinois?
I ask these questions because when I was...
At the time this was started, on a Sunday afternoon, even more precipitation was falling from the sky.
I could tell it was precipitating by looking online. After all, that’s where we find out about EVERYTHING nowadays. Right?
Oh, I also looked out the window. Yup. It was raining.
At least the...
This week, we’ll start with apologies to John Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Buck Owens, all of the folks out there who know how to write lyrics to a song, and anybody and everybody who likes good music...
Just got home in Illinois, freezin’ cold outdoors, oh boy!
Tried to sit down, take...
Let’s start off this week with an item from the “I’m kind of jealous” category...
...if you can believe what you see online (and that would be practically everything...right?)...a friend had an opportunity to meet John Prine...
...moving on...with an item from the “This is kind of sad” category...
Sometimes, some ideas are, well, kind of dumb...
...we’ll get back to being dumb in a word or two. And trust me, your writer is an expert at being dumb. Before we get to that, just a couple of thoughts...
...so the New England Patriots are back in the Big Game. Again. And they will be playing the...
One just never knows what one might find when a clean up project starts...
...such was the story last week at The Paragraph Factory. During a bit of cleaning up and sorting, folks came across a box filled with a whole bunch of old photographs, a veritable plethora of pictures. Some other treasures...
Nope. No partridge in a pear tree. Looked just to make sure. Not a feathered creature to be seen.
This little bit of a story has its origins on the fifth day after Christmas, when my true love and I decided to go on a Sunday afternoon drive through the countryside. Besides, given that it was the...
“There was once a Velveteen Rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid.”
Perhaps you might recognize the opening sentence from “The Velveteen Rabbit,” which was written by Margery Williams.
With apologies to Ms. Williams, allow me to share a story which began on a cold and gray morning...
Sometimes, inspiration flies overhead, or falls from above...or, maybe, just happens to be seen in a tree...
Another weekly deadline was approaching, and yours truly was coming up empty when pondering what to write about for this week.
I’m thinking I was pretty much worn out from all the work which...