My day began at 6AM. These are community yard sale days here in Batavia. I did what I could to assist with staging items in our driveway, preparing for the early-comers. The early birds are intent upon surveying as many places possible, looking for the odd item to be treasured, or something they need. …
Sunday is the aftermath of Senate approval of the 1.9 trillion aid package for a battered national. No republican senator voted for the bill. It stands to reason that many are destitute with no remaining options, — food and shelter balanced on the knife-edge of being called back to the workplace after long months…
But in the loneliest wilderness happeneth the second metamorphosis: here the spirit becometh a lion; freedom will it capture, and lordship in its own wilderness. Its last Lord it here seeketh: hostile will it be to him, and to its last God; for victory will it struggle with the great dragon. What is the…
There are times when “reality” is just too much. Yesterday I felt as if I had reached such a time. I must turn away from thinking about “the mad king” who tightens his grasp upon power. He wants nothing more than to negate the outcome of the election of several weeks ago. All the…
West Chicago is not my hometown. It does remind me however of the place where I was born, where I grew to adulthood, Durham, North Carolina. Do I bear the traces of where I grew up, in my DNA? Sometimes I think so. I would visit there more often, if we lived closer. I…
What to write this morning? There’s Trump-In-Kenosha, the topic of the President’s visit to a place where I have spent some time. I know very well that I’d write more, what I have said many times before about this man. I’d recount a litany of lies spoken, words which have nothing to do with…
What are you reading? If you are looking at this blog, I am certain that you are a person who reads often, varied materials from a number of sources. –*– I subscribe to the New York Times Sunday edition. There is enough interesting, well written, relevant material to keep me dipping into the sections…
I thought about it off and on. Part of my life recedes in the rear view mirror: running. In my early years, those when I was a kid at play, or in the school yard, I loved to run. Running was fun. I always chose to run instead of walk no matter the occasional…
Monday morning breaks with brilliant sunlight. I can hear the voice of our granddaughter, about 9 months old, loudly expressing pre-language delight in another day of life, of shapes, colors, sounds, of endless adventure and opportunity for exploration. May she never lose her voice, misplace her passion. While preparing breakfast I noticed a wild…
In several hours we will leave Illinois for St. Joseph, Michigan. The drive will take us around the big lake, (Lake Michigan) to the resort town in the adjoining state. I love a road trip, the change of scene which travel affords. The geographical change enables a reboot of the psyche, to shift the…
