or, how I learned to stop worrying, about EVERYTHING I’m quite old, so worrying about anything is really rather silly. But a LOT of things are going on around us right now, on many, many levels, from the significant to the bizarre. And drama surrounds everything. First, people were sick and died in great numbers,…
As long as I have been reading books, magazines, newspapers – cereal boxes, for goodness sake — it was pretty much understood that a person had written what I was reading. So, once I started reading more and better books, and consuming what was once real journalism, I wanted to write myself. It was just…
how do you “celebrate”? Memorial Day was established as a federal holiday in … … wait for it…. 1868! I was surprised. I have always thought it began with the First World War and that was the reason for the red poppies — which I had sort of forgotten. But I found a good history…
surface illusions… real infrastructure We’re having our dining room floor joists replaced. It’s an interesting process here in the Lowcountry, where most homes have a crawl space instead of a basement. Our house is from the mid-60s. It sits on a brick foundation which sits on a concrete footing, and underneath the house itself is…
and why is his “day” one big drunk? I grew up in New England, 2 hours north of Boston, a city I have always thought of as divided equally among Irish, Italians and blue blood brahmans (the old Beacon Hill aristocracy). Once a year, on the Feast Day of St. Patrick, March 17th, everyone in…

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…
about the Trudeaus Perhaps we should call them the Trudeaux. LOL Look, I wouldn’t have given a flying fart about Justin Trudeau except that he’s turned into a full blown communist and he’s nominally in charge of the great big country to our north. We used to think of Canada as a sort of USA…
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…