I’m not quite why it crossed it mind Monday evening, but there it was... We’ll come back to that thought in just a bit...
Meanwhile...
I know you can’t wait, so here is my latest Critter Sighting (and Smelling) Update...
Dead skunk out there. Somewhere. Probably in the middle of the road. Yup....
There were bears out there. One bear. Two bears. Three bears. Maybe even four bears. I saw them. I really did...
...at the Union County Fair...
...there’s even a picture to prove it...
Recent adventures on The Journey Through Life also have included foxes. Maybe a mountain lion. A raccoon...or two...
Once again this week, we’ll be offering a little bit of this...and a little bit of that...and some pics of the sky...
...a “weather map” posted online shortly before 7 o’clock Tuesday evening, July 30, was rather interesting. “Watches, Warnings & Advisories” for parts of Southern Illinois (...
Goodness, gracious...it’s August already. How can that be possible?
As often happens with this weekly word salad, I started with some lettuce and switched to cucumbers... OK. That’s pretty silly. Blame it on the wonderfully excessive heat and humidity we’ve experienced this week in the Land Between...
Minnie Pearl Quertermous, 97, of Cobden, died Wednesday, July 17, 2024, at Shawnee Senior Living in Herrin, with four generations of her family at her bedside.
She was born on May 18, 1927, in Charleston, Mo., the daughter of Thomas and Muriel Leach Sands.
She married the love of her life,...
Oh...to be able to string together a few words like fellow journalist Mark Twain...
We’ll come back to Mr. Twain in just a little bit... Monday night, the “front porch heat index” was something like 158 degrees at our humble abode. The “front porch heat index” is something I pretty much made up. It...
Last Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining and, as far as could be determined, the heat index was not 109 degrees. That was quite an improvement over what we experienced in our little corner of the world on Independence Day.
Since it did not seem likely that a person would melt, or at the least...
Finally...after all of the build up and excitement...I heard my first cicadas last Sunday evening while sitting out on the front porch.
I had thought there were supposed to be something like billions and billions, maybe even trillions, of the bug-eyed bugs making an appearance this year in the Land...
Once again...so many things to ponder...and so little time...
First up...a message to drivers from an Old Guy who gets Grumpy about such things:
PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN. PUT BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL.
That is all...
Meanwhile...
...let’s ponder a couple of numbers...
81...81...we’ll come back to them in...
...which involves some very special time The Other Half and yours truly spent together in Anna on the second Wednesday of May. We’ll call this very special time a Rainy Day Date. Or, perhaps more correctly, a A Torrential Downpour of Potentially Apocalyptic Proportions Date. Maybe not...
I had...