In A Mystical Moment

I always see television shows portray family trips as horrendous forays the wrong way across the river Styx.  The dad is always intent on driving as many miles a day as possible, refusing to stop for any reason other than fuel.  The mom is always lecturing the rest of the family about togetherness and/or descending…

The Least Worst Option

Were you ever unfortunate enough to have a friend who liked Long John Silver’s? You may have been able to finagle your way out of a trip to the place the first or second time he asked you to go with him, but you know that custom and friendship dictates that the third time you…

Running in the Garden

One of my greatest joys in life is when I get home from work, open the front door and my kids come running down the hall and jump into my arms. It is sometimes accompanied by a yell from my son, “DAD!” and a scream from my daughter, “DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” and then hugs which…

Below My Window

Below my window stands a Canadian Goose. You know the bird well if you have ever lived anywhere in the Central United States. Actually, you’ll have to excuse me. I’m not an ornithologist, so I’m not sure exactly where they’re found in the U.S. But I never recall seeing them in California or Georgia, so…

Attack of the Normals

The other day I was out driving around, stopped at an intersection and began looking around in the interminable wait at the red light. To my right a small car pulled up next to me and the driver had his finger two knuckles deep in his nose. There was no shame from him. He didn’t…

A Reckless Arsonist

My back ached and my knees were sore. I had probably been sitting still at my desk for about two hours straight and I simply had to get up. So, with a deep sigh I pushed my office chair out, slowly got to my feet and stretched. My knees, ankles and hips popped and I…