The oddest thing happened to me this week. Well odd for me. The Yankton/Vermillion phone book was delivered to my mailbox. In the past, I would have grabbed it and said, tongue firmly planted in cheek, “What the hell is…
Walking Fingers
Tag: epiphany
Wait Til Tomorrow…
What if we lived forever? Would anything get done? It is human nature to procrastinate. I have been putting of writing something for my blog for three days. Even the most productive people put stuff off because they don’t want…
Caution, Rapidly Approaching Ground!
It is hard to imagine that I am approaching fifty. Not because it doesn’t feel like I have lived forty-eight years’ worth of life. I have, every year is etched into my memory, and I can clearly recall huge tracts…
Passing of a Princess
Animated movies have a way of portraying dazzling beauty that is difficult to duplicate in real life. The Princes, Angelic beauty, or female protagonist emits a radiant brilliance that lights the dull world through which she moves. It’s as though…
Grandma’s Power Meter
Regular readers of this blog may have figured out by now, I was a pretty inquisitive kid. If something piqued my interest, I explored it to its fullest. As I said in some other post on this site, to ask…
Time Travel Symphony
I touted not long ago in “If only we could go back…”that time travel wasn’t possible. Then contradicted myself when I said it was possible in a sense in “Yesterdays Friends”. Now I am going to say once again, thanks…
Done Button
I kind of chuckle when I hear someone say, “I love working out.” I exercise because of the results, not for the process. Not one time have I woke up at 4:30 in the morning and said, “Yes! It’s time…
Extreme Social Media!
Isn’t it ironic that Muslim extremist denounce western culture, but seem to have no qualms about using our inventions to get that very message out to the world? The Internet was born here in the US, and we are the…
Yesterday’s Friends
As we get older, we take inventory of our lives. During this reflection, we find holes created by those people who have slipped into our past. Someone else cannot fill these holes. It’s not that these holes are painful, or…
Barrel of Monkeys
I spent my whole life hearing and using the term “More fun than a barrel of monkeys.” When we are young, we usually don’t question such things. I did…to the point of nearly driving me crazy. For a time, I…