When is a cathedral not a church?
Some guys get their jollies from new power tools. Others, from a new set of golf clubs or a drone to fly around the neighborhood. We all, with any luck, have interests outside of putting food on the table and paying the bills, and often those interests have “toys” that support them.
What to do, what to do?
On a typical Monday afternoon I do a volunteer shift at a local animal shelter, showing cats for adoption or doing a bit of socialization with them if things are slow. But this past Monday I had a quandary.
The first snowflakes descended around 5:30 PM. I thought little of it; there wasn’t that much snow in the forecast, and by the time it amounted to anything everyone should home and snug. Little did we know.
* It was so cold, the politicians had their hands in their own pockets.
It was so cold in Beverly Hills even folks without Botox couldn’t move their faces.
Spring is Sprung
Fall is Fell
What the Hell
The gloom of the nearly denuded trees and the cement gray skies outside puts me in mind of this old bit of doggerel, but begs the question: is Fall Fell because the leaves all fell from the trees, or is it Fell in the more ominous context – i.e. one fell swoop?
Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa.
The caller beat out a rhythm. “Dig, dig, dig, dig!”, he yelled out as he beat his cadence, exhorting us to get the dragon boat moving. The race was on.
When is a parade not a parade?
When we left off, we were talking about sex and alcohol.
It’s not often I can say with confidence I know the secret of success and am willing to share it with you. For free, even.