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...
This week is for the birds. Really. Well, not really. It’s more about the birds, instead of for the birds.
The photographs which accompany this week’s column were taken during various walkabout adventures involving yours truly. All of the pics were taken during the last couple of weeks.
We’re...
This week...some sage advice from somebody who's been around the block once or twice...
...really. I go around the block once or twice for my daily walkabouts.
First bit of advice...if you decide to go for a walk when it's raining, you are going to get wet...
One evening last week, while The Other...