A frog and a toad have inspired generations of children and adults. Although they existed only on the pages of books by Arnold Lobel, these small amphibians taught real life lessons. Frog and Toad were friends and never a day went by that one didn’t go visit the other and, over a piece of cake […]
Feb 21, 2020
When Things Go Wrong
By · Leave a Comment
It had been a hard day, for some reason. No earthquakes or tornadoes or devastating news, but it seemed as if a spirit of evil or a spiteful sprite had been present. A prickling word here, a worrisome conversation there, an unsettled, fearful feeling of something just out of sight, something left un-done, something […]
Feb 14, 2020
Is Cupid Really Stupid?
By · Leave a Comment
Stupid Cupid, you’re a real mean guy. I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly. It’s best to click on those lyrics and listen to Connie Francis from way back in ’58 as you read this posting. Many of you weren’t born in 1958 and this may be an eye-opener to the way […]
Feb 12, 2020
Rain and Dreams and Things
By · Leave a Comment
It’s raining this morning. The temperature is above freezing, so that’s good. Why does one dream? More particularly, why does one dream about a professor in college one hasn’t thought about for decades? Last night, Dr. Clayton, one of my business professor, was in my dream. I was talking to someone about, of all things, […]
Feb 10, 2020
Vintage Persons and Mysteries
By · Leave a Comment
Some of us have reached the enviable stage of being VPs or Vintage Persons. Vintage, of course, means top of the line, quality, and something that only years can bring. Provenance! That’s what VPs have. Vintage Persons know what we like and don’t like and VPs like cozy mysteries. I don’t mean that younger […]
Jan 29, 2020
And So, There’s Nemo
By · Leave a Comment
I let him out this morning to do his usual things. It was a rainy morning, more like spring than winter, but out he went to bravely face the elements. He trotted around the back yard, head up, abbreviated tail up, plume at the end of it held high. He was checking his small kingdom […]
