Cut to a few weeks ago. The final minutes of the New Orleans game are winding down. I’m in the family room with Daniel, watching the game and Meka’s behind me in the kitchen.
“So, what kind of TV are you getting?” she asked. I had no idea what she was talking about at first. Honestly, I had been joking about the HDTV. Of course, I didn’t mention that out loud.
I teach the 4 – 6 year olds in Sunday school. This week’s topic was “monsters”. We normally start our class sitting in a circle on the floor and we go around for… Read More
My son Daniel has a bunch of stuffed animals. They were an easy present for grandparents and other relations… at least until he got interested in Hot Wheels cars. Generally, at night, Meka… Read More
I never feel more old than when I get my semi-annual checkup at the dentist’s office. “Dr. Britney”, my dental hygenist, is a very bright, very capable young woman, who does an excellent… Read More
When I worked at WPGU, we were crammed into the basement of Weston Hall, one of the dorms down by the football stadium. I knew – of course – that there would be little trace of WPGU there. They had moved out of The Basement in the 1995. But still, I didn’t expect that it was all gone. They had even bricked over the door!
The first stumper of a question from Daniel wasn’t a “why” question, but more of a “where”: Where did Great Grandma go?
The literal answer – of course – was “in the ground… not too far from the tollway”.
it is estimated — conservatively — that well over 50 million people died, millions of others were maimed both physically and spiritually. This is not an argument against participation in World War II nor some revisionist look at history. It is an opinion that even good wars can best be described as horrific. And the only good thing about such wars is their conclusion.
I expected – I don’t know – the stuff to fizz around me, like sitting in a trough of ginger ale (not that it sounds particularly inviting now that I put it into words). Still, I was expecting something – tingly