I am in here.
It is hard to wake up early in the morning when you are full of cough medicine and sleeping sweetly, but up I got, and to the airport we went, and to Las Vegas we go. It is cold enough that I get to watch the planes being de-iced as I sit by the window … Continue reading Going to Las Vegas
Meryl’s post this morning, about the Great Male Bloggers not noticing all of the women around them, has gotten me to think of many incidents from my own life of watching Ohio politics from the sidelines. Take, for instance, my friends Betty and Jo Ann. They’ve both spent the majority of their adult lifetimes in … Continue reading When it changed, version 2.0
Just waiting for me in my kitchen, to cheer me up, was this page from my Get Fuzzy calendar:
Wilderness Vision: Train-Time I can see them in my dreams, all the time, in my dreams, the train tracks — witless scarecrow roads that wait. Time, time is always late until it goes. I don’t wish on stars anymore, I wish on trains. Listen on any day for the sound of them — they are … Continue reading Wilderness Vision: Train-Time
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