Back in the day...and we’re talking way, way, way back in the day...a goofy, geeky kid stood in the dark outside the old St. Louis Arena (may it rest in peace).
The kid was hoping to get some autographs of the players on his favorite professional hockey team. The kid spotted a car. A young woman...
Here we are again. Another flood of a lifetime. We’ll blame it on the devil.
We’ll get back to Beelzebub in a few sentences. Before we focus on Old Scratch, a little bit about the photographs you get to see this week.
These are just a few of the pics yours truly has taken during the past couple of...
Back in the day, sometime in the not-so-distant past, a sports writer for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch wrote a column which sometimes delved into what I believe he called “random streams of consciousness.”
The columnist might have called the little gems that he wrote something else, too. It was a...
Maybe we shouldn’t have poked fun at zombie raccoons. Last week, as you may recall, or maybe not, we mentioned the presence of so-called “zombie raccoons” in a community up near Chicago.
Apparently, the zombie raccoons read the paper. They got the word out, and the next thing I know, a raccoon with...
Critters have been giving yours truly lots of stink eye during recent adventures on The Journey Through Life...
...before we focus on stink eye stuff, allow me to share something else that we all need to worry about.
I ran across a little article in the May 16 issue of USA TODAY which reported some...
For the ever-so-briefest of moments, I closed my eyes and was driving down South Broadway Street in Lexington, Kentucky...
...the ever-so-familiar sounds of the Journey song “Don’t Stop Believin’” are coming from the car’s radio...
...and the moment had to be really, really brief, ‘cause I really,...
All I wanted to know was the score of the game. (By the way, if you don’t care about sports, and ice hockey in particular, you can stop reading right now.)
Last Saturday night, The Other Half and yours truly were motoring back home from Anna. I turned on the car’s radio, which, for some reason,...
In the “it was so warm and windy last Thursday” category...
...it was so warm and windy last Thursday in Union County that when I drove by a pasture along the highway, I saw a horse fly...
...get it...a horse fly...as in a horse flying in the wind...oh, never mind...
This week, we’re going to take...
Let’s get started this week by making a rash assumption that squirrels do not receive junk mail. Either in the form of traditional “snail mail” or some form of electronic communication.
(This, of course, also makes me wonder if snails receive “snail mail.” If not, how do they receive valuable junk...
No matter how many pilgrimages we make to see it, the Mississippi River remains awe-inspiring.
One day last week, your writer had to make a road trip to Cape Girardeau, over in the Show Me State, for an adventure in the health care system. All went well. Actually, the doc said all was “great.”...