Just in case you wondering, and we’re sure you were, there are only something like 179 shopping days until Christmas. And, oddly enough, if the editor’s official calendar is correct, today is day number 179 of 2018.
Sorry to mention such things, but there had to be a way to segue into what we’re...
WARNING to readers: Blame whatever follows on the fact that your writer spent way too much time out in the heat and humidity last weekend.
And, boy, was it hot.
It was so hot that a little water fountain The Other Half has in the backyard was puffing out little clouds of steam Sunday afternoon.
It...
A fellow traveler on the Journey Through Life mentioned to me one day last week that recent columns didn’t seem to involve much writing.
The traveler was correct. Your writer has been using more photographs lately, mainly because your writer liked the photographs, and thought a few other folks...
Oh, no. He’s doing it again this week. Pictures of birds and a snake...
...sometimes, you just have to go dig in the dirt, or take pictures of birds, or get face to face with the rocks in a creek bed...
Such was the case last weekend. The Other Half and yours truly just needed to do some things...
Maybe you’ve heard the proverb...
...a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Supposedly, the words of wisdom were spoken long ago by a fellow in China whose name was Lao Tzu. Or maybe Laozi. I can’t tell you for sure.
If what I discovered on the internet was true, and no doubt it...
The cats and I have been spending some special time together this week. The four of us look forward to such occasions...
Lately, I’ve been making my way through “Grant,” a biography written by author Ron Chernow. The author also has written a biography of George Washington and another fellow named...
The goal on Monday was pretty simple. Drive home for lunch. Eat lunch. Drive back to The Paragraph Factory.
Do not, as in absolutely do not, run over any cute, furry rodents.
Goal achieved. Thank goodness.
That didn’t keep Chuck from glaring at me. I am sure that he was glaring at me.
Chuck was out...
Once again this week, we’ll offer a little bit of this, and a little bit of that...
...mainly ‘cause your writer was having trouble coming up with something exciting for this week...
...speaking of your writer (that would be me), he paid a very rare visit to a yard sale last Saturday morning...to...
This week is about ghosts (or maybe just some special memories), using your imagination and pondering a few changes which are happening at The Paragraph Factory.
One morning last week, just because, yours truly decided to take a bit of a road trip, all the way to the Old Cape Road.
For those who...
In the beginning...
I typed the words. Paused. Waited. Hoping for divine inspiration.
A couple of things occurred to me. First, the words had already been used. Long ago. Long, long, long ago. Don’t want to be accused of plagiarism. In this case, the consequences could be eternal.
Second, I was...