Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of 'me',

I post a blog the day after having posted a blog but it seems appropriate now.

“At 10:30a.m. or thereabouts.”

“You did what?”

Christmas carols rise as a loud barnyard bawl.

Let the squabbles between churches east and west begin

Here’s a short poem I wrote for our 1988 Christmas card:

“Yet you, dear friend with the spindle-stick legs and log-scraping voice . . .”

Stars formed first, you know. Planets (and we live on one) got thrown together from leftover gas and star dust. But space welcomed the newcomers. Then, earth welcomed us. What a relief.

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition..

Here’s what happened last Tuesday. I was working with a pen . . .

 “It just takes three on the floor. It takes a Consumer, a Feeder, and a Clipper.”

Let me tell you, if I know anything even ever so slightly, it would be about thoughts and prayers.

Don’t be fooled! You may think you’ve got the normal 24 hours today. You may think the lunch date is at noon today, but . . .

It’s a noun and it’s a verb. A swivel is nothing more than a coupling between two parts that allows one of those parts to move without turning the other. To swivel means to rotate around an unmoving point. It’s the way some people dance. My desk chair is swiveling now with me in it.

500 tons of food “expires” tomorrow. I wonder if my Senator knows.

Friends, come close and gather near,

I have a tale to spill.