Finally...a bit of a warm up...time to get the lawn mower out of the shed and ready to go...the cold weather truly has frozen my brain...
Thank goodness. January is rapidly advancing to a merciful conclusion. Then again, January is followed by February, which this writer finds to be one of the most...
There it sat. All by itself. In the midst of melting ice on the surface of a frozen pond in Union County. Maybe the pond is the place where all of those big fish are caught. You know. The famed "local farm pond."
I'm not sure why the object on the melting ice caught my attention. Maybe it was the...
On the day before the day before the first day of a bright and shiny new year, yours truly took a stroll along a trail where, at one time, the sound of trains chugging through the countryside would have been heard.
The visit was one of those spur of the moment sorts of things that I like to do. See...
So, here we are...a new year...a fresh start...
...this week, we're going to wrap up a few things, and engage in some meanderings...a little bit of this...and a little bit of that...
...hope everyone had a nice Christmas holiday...ours took a bit of an interesting turn, but that's another story...
...a year of visits to the Lincoln Memorial Picnic Grounds in Jonesboro...continued from last week...
July 6. Goodness. Starting second half of the year on this adventure. Time flies.
Speaking of flying, or not, today: S'no geese. Not snow geese. Is no geese. Sorry. Didn't see any of the goose...
Fifty thousands steps, more or less...
...or, maybe it was a journey of about 20 miles, .41 of a mile at a time...
...this little adventure began on the last Thursday in January of 2017. Cold, gray, another day without sunshine.
Not sure about the catalyst for this adventure. Yours truly decided to...
Before we get to the business at hand, just wanted to share a bit about another book yours truly has read which, again, had some "local" connections.
The book is a work of historical fiction titled "The Underground River," which was written by Martha Conway. The time period for the book is 1838. As...
Well, I suppose that we've been doing this long enough that what you are seeing could be considered a tradition.
December has arrived, which means that yet another year is rapidly coming to an end. With that mind, I hope you folks will humor me, again.
This week, I'm going to share some of my...
Sigh. Not again.
Maybe you sat down last Thursday or Friday to scan the latest edition of this publication.
You made your way to page 2 in Section B of the paper, and started to read a story about what had happened in Union County way back in November of 1967.
Your finished page 2, and headed to...
As often happens for your scribe, one thing often leads to another. Such is the case in a lot of situations.
And so it goes for this week's colyum. Instead of getting what I thought you were going to get, you're going to get something else, altogether.
Blame it on a walk I took on a brisk, but...