...the “snow snakes” that were created on the hood of the world’s ugliest pickup truck were able to make their appearance thanks to a fake snake.
Your writer dropped the plastic python on the April snow which had fallen somewhat unexpectedly in our little corner of the world.
The pseudo snake...
That was odd, the writer who has never won a Pulitzer Prize and is not Ernest Hemingway, thought as the Canadian National freight train rumbled its way north through Union County early last Monday afternoon.
A locomotive was pulling a long line of freight cars. Nothing unusual, or odd, about that....
Let’s start this week with something in the “don’t even know what to do with this one” category...
While scrolling through Apple News headlines last Saturday morning, I ran across the following item: USA TODAY Fact Check: False claim links births of Biden, other Democrat politicians to alleged UFO...
Long ago, as in long, long, long, long ago, critters called trilobites wandered around on the bottom of the ocean in what is now Union County.
Trilobites kind of resembled little creatures which are wandering around the planet today called sowbugs and pillbugs. Sometimes, we call them roly-polies....
Happy April Fool’s Day.
April’s Fool’s Day was yesterday. Or, maybe it’s tomorrow. Just foolin’. It’s today. Saw it online, so it has to be true.
As you may have noticed (well, I hope you noticed), page one of this week’s paper looked a little bit different. Just having a little bit of fun. Hope...
Well, it seemed like a good idea...
The Other Half and yours truly went on our latest Pandemic Date last Sunday afternoon. The adventure was kind of a mix of work and pleasure.
Well, I say “work” only if one considers taking photographs to fall into that category. Seems like what I do really isn’t...
Abraham Lincoln just might have liked Girl Scout Cookies. He apparently enjoyed nibbling on gingerbread men, so Girl Scout Cookies might not be all that farfetched. Bear with me, folks...we’ll get Mr. Lincoln, Girl Scout Cookies and gingerbread men connected. Promise.
As you may recall, your writer...
Wow. Seemed like we hadn’t seen this place in about a year.
And that would be absolutely true. We had not seen this place in a year. We’re talking about Carbondale. The home of the university where the two of us met. The home of the hospital where both of our kids were born. The home of many...
One day last week, I looked out the window and thought about heading out to the shed in our backyard and getting out the lawn mower. Just because.
Of course, there were more than a few challenges to that silly notion. For one thing, I’m not sure I could even get to the shed safely. And, if I could...
At the time this column was being crafted late last Saturday morning, the temperature on the front porch of our humble abode was a nippy 14 degrees.
That, I suppose, would be very nice, if we happened to be at the North Pole. Or the South Pole. Or, maybe, on the planet Mars. And that thought got...