Folders
I wasn’t sure where to put today’s writing. I have various folders scattered about in the ether that is the cloud, so many at
Thoughts become things
I wasn’t sure where to put today’s writing. I have various folders scattered about in the ether that is the cloud, so many at
I decided a few months ago I was not going to write about politics any longer, preferring to concentrate on my historical
RJ Melrose is dead, and I killed him. A brutal admission, I know, but I had no other choice as his very existence bothered me
It’s a curious thing. As decades and centuries pass by, what was once considered grand, wonderful, stupendous or any other
I find that the early morning, I rise about 5:30 AM these days, is the best time of day for me. The house is still…still to
I’m fascinated by all of the hand wringing over what is taking place in Afghanistan. Further, I’m even more baffled by our
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this kind of despair before for the nation I live in. Every time I’d see the American flag
Today, August 6th, is the anniversary of the atomic bomb being dropped on Hiroshima, Japan. Over the decades since this
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this kind of despair before for the nation I live in. Every time I’d see the American flag
My father used to say that some of the most educated people he knew were also some of the most unintelligent people he knew.