The goal on Monday was pretty simple. Drive home for lunch. Eat lunch. Drive back to The Paragraph Factory.
Do not, as in absolutely do not, run over any cute, furry rodents.
Goal achieved. Thank goodness.
That didn’t keep Chuck from glaring at me. I am sure that he was glaring at me.
Chuck was out...
Once again this week, we’ll offer a little bit of this, and a little bit of that...
...mainly ‘cause your writer was having trouble coming up with something exciting for this week...
...speaking of your writer (that would be me), he paid a very rare visit to a yard sale last Saturday morning...to...
This week is about ghosts (or maybe just some special memories), using your imagination and pondering a few changes which are happening at The Paragraph Factory.
One morning last week, just because, yours truly decided to take a bit of a road trip, all the way to the Old Cape Road.
For those who...
In the beginning...
I typed the words. Paused. Waited. Hoping for divine inspiration.
A couple of things occurred to me. First, the words had already been used. Long ago. Long, long, long ago. Don’t want to be accused of plagiarism. In this case, the consequences could be eternal.
Second, I was...
This week is for the birds. Really. Well, not really. It’s more about the birds, instead of for the birds.
The photographs which accompany this week’s column were taken during various walkabout adventures involving yours truly. All of the pics were taken during the last couple of weeks.
We’re...
This week...some sage advice from somebody who's been around the block once or twice...
...really. I go around the block once or twice for my daily walkabouts.
First bit of advice...if you decide to go for a walk when it's raining, you are going to get wet...
One evening last week, while The Other...
Amazing.
At the time this was being started last Friday morning, Mother Nature was sharing a little bit of sunshine with us. Seemed like the last time we had seen the light of the sun might have been sometime last October.
Then again, the forecast was calling for the return of clouds...and rain......
April Fool's Day is nigh, the scribe thought, with a sigh,
time to come up with something silly, maybe even wry.
As last week showed, and a whole bunch of others, too,
sometimes being creative is more than yours truly can do.
While wandering through a parking lot one evening last week, a fellow...
This week, once again, we're going to have a little bit of this, and a little bit of that...
...that's mainly 'cause sometimes, when your scribe sits down at the keyboard to create a masterpiece, there's just not much going on between the brain and the fingers...it's kind of like creativity decided...
Hope springs eternal, which, is a really, really good thing...
My fingers are cold as I'm hacking at the keyboard on a chilly Monday morning in March at The Paragraph Factory. Seems like my fingers have been cold since, oh, sometime last October.
I didn't help my own cause last Sunday night, either...