Oh. My. Gosh. Did you see snow flurries falling last Sunday morning? At about 8 a.m. in the little corner of the world your writer calls home. The flurries lasted for about 30 seconds...
...and were followed by spring’s arrival on Monday...
Meanwhile...
Last Thursday afternoon, I paid a visit to...
After getting home from another exciting day of editing copy, generating a couple of actual stories and taking a few photographs, I suggested to The Other Half on Monday evening that it might be good to check the calendar.
Given how some of the events of the day had unfolded, I was starting to...
Once again this week, we’re going to go with a little bit of this...and a little bit of that...
Is it just me, or does the wind pretty much just keep on blowing...day...after day...after day...?
It’s been nice seeing crocuses and daffodils...
Meanwhile...
Yours truly went for a walk (big surprise...
Last Sunday afternoon was nearly perfect...in terms of the weather...and the little adventure your writer experienced in the bright February sunshine. All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to spend some time on an unofficial national holiday.
National holiday? Sure. Unless you were hiding in, or under,...
Late last Sunday morning, Bob and I were sitting out on the front stoop, enjoying the warm sunshine, which was quite welcome after our recent rounds of snow, sleet, ice and cold.
The promise of spring could be seen on both sides of the stoop: green leaves popping up through a layer of unraked...
At least I don’t need insulated chest waders, boats, diving apparatuses or remote-operated cameras to enjoy one of my favorite pastimes. Last weekend, I was doing a little bit of catching up by reading copies of USA TODAY which had shown up in our mailbox just across the street. The mailbox, by the...
Do you believe in guardian angels?
We’ll get back to that question in just a bit. But first, a few words about one of the photographs which accompanies this week’s column.
During the afternoon of the 11th day of the first month of the now not so new year of 2023, yours truly went for a ride out to...
Last Sunday afternoon was all about habits...or maybe routines...some still kept...some, well, not so much...and a little bit of BIG FOOT, too...
Hang on to your seats...this will be almost as exciting as that Detroit/Green Bay NFL game Sunday night. Almost.
Sunday afternoon, instead of taking a...
So...is a tradition still a tradition if the tradition happens a week late?
On the final day of 2022, yours truly took a walk in a creek bed...and cooked something on the grill. Under “normal” circumstances, such activities would have been part of your writer’s day on Christmas Eve.
As you may...
The inspiration for this week showed up on the dining room table Monday evening, which, truth be told, was a little bit late. Oh, well.
While making my way through a stack of have-not-been-read-yet copies of USA TODAY, a headline in the December 2-4 edition of “The Nation’s News” caught my...