What a Long, Strange Trip It's Been
No use beating around the bush here. This will be my last blog on the Victoria Advocate. My decision has come about from a combination of events, but the final straw that broke the proverbial camel's back was the unjust ...

Rebel Rebel
  While going through some items, old, new, and in between for our upcoming garage sale, I stumbled upon many of my childhood books. Truthfully, many were not in good shape, being stored for far too long under harsh ...

For the Love of Books
 Books, books, books. How lovely the sound. Fat books, skinny books, old books, new books. Shelves of books. Books as far as the eye can see! The local library? Yes, of course, but what I'm really speaking of is ...

He'll ALWAYS Be There
 So a fellow blogger, for whom I have much respect, has finally brought me out of the blogging woodwork for my first blog in more than three months. I must post my own thoughts here as a gentle rebuttal ...

I Remember Rain
 I remember rain. It's wet, cool, falls from the sky, and when it reaches the earth below, it makes mud that you can squish between your toes and the little ones can make gourmet mudpies from. The beauty of ...

My Valentines
    Is there anything more attractive than an intelligent man? A man that has not only made the world a groovier place, but has actually benefited the entire world through the power of his knowledge and the ...

My Aunt Debbo
 Truthfully, now, does this lady look like she's about to hit the BIG 5-0 this week? And is a mother of three sons and two (very rambunctious) grandsons? This is my Aunt Debbie, or just Debbo. She is not ...

Goodbye To All That
 And good riddance. To 2008, I mean. I feel at this moment like I have the most monumental hangover from the year that was. What a year! There seems to have been a most palpable nastiness, an undercurrent of ...

IMAGINE
Imagine if John Lennon were alive today. Imagine, for just a moment, that an assassin's bullet never found its way to an unsuspecting target, that Mark David Chapman was never born, that destiny turned the other way that fateful night and ...

A Question of Balance (Motherless Child)
 I don't know what's worse: when I dream about her, or when I don't. Sometimes in my dreams I see her as she once was: young, beautiful, alive, vibrant, and smiling....always smiling. Sometimes I see her in her later ...