Because It’s Wrong

Sometimes, the answer to, “Why can’t I do this?” must simply be, “Because it’s wrong.” When did people become such weenies that they became afraid to say this? I think it might have happened around the same time that parents stopped using the final argument, “Because I said so.” As our society has slid farther…

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Vacation of the Century

All of my lady friends take vacations. They’ve all been to Europe more than twice. They’ve been on multiple cruises. Some of them take several vacations each year. They grew up in families that took yearly vacations, usually a week at the beach. I keep wondering what a vacation is. When I was growing up,…

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Time Travel – Science or Fiction?

The older I get, the more I see reality in all of that Science Fiction that I’ve been reading since I was about 10 years old. Surely, it is based on fact! I’m nearly certain I have discovered a couple of wormholes, myself. Although I cannot tell you where they go, I can tell you…

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Getting It Wrong

It can be truly amazing when you discover you’ve been wrong about a circumstance, an event, or a person. We can be so sure of our capable judgment when we’ve no idea that our view has been obscured, sometimes by filling in the blanks with assumed facts, or sometimes by faulty input that others have…

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Stricken By the Ghost of Buster Keaton*

I suppose that many parents accidentally pass on less than idyllic behavioral traits to their children. Just look at the Royal Family of Great Britain for an example of how to screw up with the best of intentions. Anyway, we were certainly not royals, even though we still refer to “Mother” while doing the Queen’s…

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Deep Thoughts in the Shower

I was in the shower thinking about the THEORY of Evolution versus the Bible STORY of Creation, trying a comparative analysis for an internal debate. I came up with a kind of amalgam to answer endless questions. (You can imagine what my hot water bill must be.) A second question to consider would be the…

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Stan’s Wonderful Secret Pets!

An 8 or 9-year old boy can always find a proper adventure. There was the spring morning when my brother, sister, and I, wrapped in our spring jackets, were running around in the yard in up-state New York. Stan called us to come see what he’d found in the basement window well. It was a…

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