Thanks a lot scientists of the year 2006.
Before you rode in on Rocinante, penning some new definition of the word “planet,” life was easy. Back then there were nine planets. Even if we didn’t exactly, precisely and for sure and certain know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, what we all meant when we said planet, we knew there were nine of them. Now we aren’t so sure. Worse, we don’t know what to say when our 6-year-old sons ask if there are eight planets in the solar system.

Older senior citizens remember waking to find their mothers stoking the kitchen wood stove in preparation for making homemade baking powder biscuits for breakfast.

We live in paradise. I noticed it on May Day, songbirds and creekbirds flitting through my little woods, butterflies floating over the flowers, fat bumblebees bumping clumsily into each other through the blooming bushes.

There are winners, and there are Nate, Mark and Tommy.

If you were looking for an extensive collection of Civil War memorabilia, you probably wouldn’t look in a clothing store in the small town of Woodlawn.

Hey taxpayers, wanna buy a bridge?

A very distinguished older lady was sitting in a corner chair of the doctor’s office and seemed to catch everyone’s attention with her striking good looks.

A pudgy glass pig contained my first coin collection. At that point in my life, the age, color or denomination of the coin wasn’t really relevant as long as kind-hearted folks donated coins to my piggy bank. 

I’m always impressed when I encounter anyone with even a remote musical talent.  Actually, I’m not sure I should say that I’m impressed by them as much as envious.  Musical ability is the one talent I wish I possessed, but unfortunately I don’t even have an inkling of such skill.  Still, that’s another story.  Regardless of my ineptness when it comes to music, I’m an avid listener just the same and appreciate those who can perform it well.  While I could brag about my numerous favorite professional musicians all day long, I feel that there is a lot of local talent that is more deserving of recognition.

Greetings from Hickory Ridge. When I was a kid, I was convinced that the Easter Bunny lived in the moon. I saw him in profile, pushing a basket mounted on wheels. The basket was filled with Easter eggs and candy. Where that idea came from I have no idea, but when I look at a full moon, I can see the Easter Bunny clearly.