Sometimes the Little Guy Wins

is really gawd-awful. Haven’t made up my mind about the series yet, but I believe I may start making it a point to tune in late so I don’t have to hear that John Denver wannabe singing one more time about how it’s “his turn to fly” and how he’s got “faith of the heart”….

I met a woman in vet school who has become a good friend. She was the member of our class that kept me from being the oldest person in our class (I was 41 when we graduated, she was 42). During the stress of exams (in other words, all the time) we used to half-joke…

You know that old saying that if you want to stiff a waitress, don’t leave her a tip, but if you want to insult her, leave her a penny? Actually, that’s not really an old saying. I just made that up. I got my review today. I believe I have just been insulted. On an…

Twelve years ago Father’s day was Sunday, June 17th. I know because my father died on Father’s Day in 1990. He’d missed dying by heart attack in 1970. He missed dying by stroke in 1972. Both were diseases that were exacerbated, if not out-and-out caused, by smoking. Through it all, he peristed in smoking, to…

I don’t know how many of you wander over to the forum area. It’s a nice place to hang out on lonely days sometimes. Anyhow, during a discussion over there, one diarist at DD complained that the name she wanted was taken by someone who only ever made a couple of entries to their diary…

Of all animals, the cat alone attains to the comtemplative life. He regards the wheel of existence from without, like the Buddha. Andrew Lang I suppose I can buy into Andrew Lang’s description of the Cat for part of the time I have difficulty picturing Buddha playing at unrolling the toilet tissue or having conversations…