A cute joke promised: Playing catch-up . . .
In June of this year I posted a story about living for a time in an upstairs boarding house on College Street in Columbus, Mississippi and in closing the posting I promised to tell a cute joke told by...
View ArticleRevisit—11th Street South and a rabbit . . .
I recently visited this posting and found it to be a fascinating and exceptional piece of literature, so I decided to re-post it for the benefit of the throngs that have been fortunate enough to have...
View ArticleIn defense of the N-word . . .
Let me begin this post with a disclaimer: My title—In defense of the N-word—is not a defense for those that use the word as a pejorative—a racial and ethnic slur, an epithet that equals and perhaps...
View ArticleSupposed has only two syllables, not three—got it?
Supposed has only two syllables, not three—got it? The world is in turmoil, and our country is currently in the midst of an upheaval caused by a never-ending battle waged by conservatives on one side...
View ArticleRevisit: The day I lost my marbles . . .
I originally posted this story in July of 2010. I came across it while browsing today and enjoyed it so much that I decided to share it with the multitudes of people that overlooked it. I know they...
View ArticleRain, irrigation systems & sacrificial children . . .
Apparently I have done something to irritate the ancient god Tlaloc, a high-ranking deity in the Aztec religion whose responsibilities included rain, fertility and water, turning such on or off as...
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