This week, we're all about a bird in a bush, and another bird in a bush, and a bunch of birds in the sky, and a bird in the water, too.
To tell you the truth, I've been on a bit of a mission since the end of September. That was when The Paragraph Factory lost a very special gentleman.
Blackie had...
Sigh. I finally broke down and made a winter coat a regular part of my daily attire.
To tell you the truth, I had put off such action as long as I could. A couple of mornings during the past week with frosty temperatures finally forced my chilly hand. The coat goes with the frost on the windshield...
You may have noticed that a photograph does not accompany this week's colyum, as has become the norm. That's mainly because any photograph which might have appeared would be, well, in a word, disgusting.
As you may know, we live in an old house. We think that the original part of our humble abode...
If you happen to be familiar with a routine by comedian/singer/bluegrass music guy Steve Martin that involves a song about a ramblin' man, consider that the soundtrack for this week's colyum...
...a couple of weeks ago, we had a picture in the paper with a caption that mentioned a hard-working...
Wednesday morning, November 9...the sun rose in the east, just like normal...
...Thursday morning, November 10...the sun rose in the east, just like normal...
...wow. Two days in a row. Life went on. Which was good. Very good. Very reassuring.
Given the story which unfolded during the vaguely...
During a period of about 72 hours last Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I once again came to appreciate why Union County, and Southern Illinois, are such a nice place to call home, especially during autumn.
Autumn is pretty much my favorite season. It seems to have taken a little big longer than usual...
Thank goodness for groundhogs. And the occasional mystery bug. And the occasional message posted on a sign in front of one of our local churches.
Last Saturday, while engaged in dish-washing duties, I happened to look out our kitchen window and spotted our neighborhood groundhog.
I say it's the...
So, I'm trying to figure out how to make a connection between the utterly bizarre political campaign season which has been torturing us (and is about to come to a merciful conclusion) and the utterly bizarre baseball season (which, also, is about to come to a merciful conclusion).
Thanks to the...
Saturday was one of those glorious, and totally unanticipated, days which pop up occasionally during the middle of October. Sunday wasn't bad, either.
Yours truly and The Other Half made their traditional, annual trek to the Fort Massac Encampment in Metropolis last Saturday morning. We were joined...
So much history to experience. So many books to read. So little time.
The Journey on the Road through Life took me on a bit of a trip back in time one day last week, thanks to a visit to the new home of a long-standing Union County business. And, I didn't even need one of those souped up DeLoreans...