
may be the best place to be The world is getting crazier by the day and it’s hard to know what is real – except God and nature. Even food can be fake. I bought a couple cans of “tuna” a few months back that contained no fish at all. The cat wouldn’t even eat…

and their cumulative effects At my age, the joke about “getting old is not for sissies” has just become a mantra used for comic relief. Getting old is NOT for sissies. Things may slow down, and you may be fortunate enough to have a plan in place… …but that doesn’t stop the challenges. Even transhumanism…
has a whole new meaning I’ve always thought it would be interesting to be a long haul trucker. It seemed like the perfect independent job. You pick up something one place and drive it across America (or Canada or Europe) and drop it off. You carry your lodging with you, and you’re your own boss,…
it’s when you think yours doesn’t stink In our house we have shorthand for this. We call it “ship/lighthouse.” It goes like this. A ship is headed into port and sees another light in the opening of the harbor. The ship radios for that vessel to move out of the way. It gets no response…

I wished a friend of mine a Happy Birthday this morning, via text, with emojis. He’s one of two other December birthday friends. (The other shares my day! A very unusual thing, as it is a Christmas holiday birthday, but more on that later.) My early December buddy is a relic of another age, like…
the best part about “blogs” is that — for all intents and purposes — we are talking to ourselves…. …today I’m talking about community…that is actual people sort of community, not the online variety (though that is better than no community, just less reliable in a realistic sense.) One of the objectives in the RecentResetRunUp…