Stop and smell the roses, and all. I almost missed it this morning, but when I took the mental pause and realized what lay before me it was a picture postcard moment. Sharp cold, a thick white layer of frost and day-old snow on the pastures along the river, three colorful hot air balloons between …
My dog, Sadie, amuses me as follows: She spends a great deal of her energy looking out the front window. To enable this, we’ve put a stool by the window for her to sit on. When the curtain’s closed, she’ll stick her nose under and push it up. It drapes over her head, and from …
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Had to go to work for a while on a Saturday, listening to Zappa on the drive in as recompense, I noticed Bobby Martin’s odd turn on the final lyric of Gregg Allman’s “Whipping Post“: You know sometimes I try to believe That there ain’t no such thing As dyin’ Ya know, Bobby’s wrong ’bout …
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Ok, that part about where they announced nex year’s Tour de France route and I said “Armstrong will win his sixth Tour in a row next summer”. That was a typo. What I meant to say was “With three mountain finishes and a time trial up L’Alpe d’Huez, the one man who might be able …
Saw a funny little episode Monday while at the blood bank donating. I was laying on the comfy chaise with a needle in my arm reading, so I didn’t have my glasses on. But I thought I recognized one of the people over in the waiting area as a Minor Local Television Celebrity who shall …
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