I removed another annoyance from my life this week. All it took was three phone calls and an outlay of cash. While it wasn’t cheap, it wasn’t all that expensive. I’d never gotten an estimate before. Each time I walked under the leaking gutter, I would look up and survey the entire length. Being a…
Yes, this piece was written for my blog, but I put it on Facebook. The thing about Facebook is that they limit your reach for whatever reason, so I am placing it here on my Newslog, just in case someone has left that other fickle social media playland. Be well. TC It’s likely because I…
. While my early rising doesn’t guarantee that I am polished enough to shine, I get some of my best contemplation done between four and seven a.m. Since the Significant One needed to be at the airport by three-forty-five to be on time for a five-fifteen from here to there, I decided to grab a…
One lousy inch of snow overnight put me into the dooryard after my weekly breakfast with the boys and a stop off at my parent’s place. By mid-morning, the temperatures were rising, but I decided to plow the pile left at the mouth of the driveway by state-sanctioned plow trucks. Then I scraped up the…
I apologize if you have already heard this; I know you haven’t read it. Not from me. It took me some time to figure it out. I needed to be away from the job for a while. If you don’t know already, I was a cop for thirty-four years. I only say that because…
One might believe that a person who now attempts to squeeze out a living from writing would have something to say. A weekly blog? Who can’t pull that off? Me! A quick review of the electronic deliveries to the reader makes it evident that these posts come to you about every week and a…
I’ve looked down upon the sad-looking Red Wings for a couple of months. Late summer and early fall found them stowed on the floor of the backseat of my truck. They fit the bill as something that looked to have been “rode hard and put away wet.” After spending some time walking about in…
By today’s standards, what I believe to be exceptional isn’t at all. Comparisons tend to pale in comparison from one generation to the next. What I once felt was a stellar moment wouldn’t even move the needle for today’s youth. That doesn’t change my level of delight when I recall a simple joy. Not even…
Nothing that I write is going to make you furious. If I do, drop me a line. Let’s talk it through. This topic weighs heavily on me; I’ve written about it a few times. I’ve written about a lot of things a few times. I can count on two hands how many times I…
I avoid attempting to be philosophical about things. But I let too many things pass without being thankful. I was grateful for my rolling chest of tools late in the afternoon yesterday. A peaceful moment of contentment overwhelmed me when I went to the drawer and found the exact tool I needed for the chore…