What’s my reason for being? It’s another form of the age old question. “Why am I here?” And I think it’s more than mildly ironic how logic is so coveted in a world filled with feelers. Because if whatever is right in your own mind is right, then there might not be a reason for being. You might just be happy, little cosmic accident. … The rest of the story…
Are you bored to death? I can’t say I’ve never been bored to death. Of course, it’s a figure of speech. So naturally it’s never happened to me. Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. Because I wouldn’t be writing it. But…back to the point… While I have breath I won’t be bored to death. There’s still too darn much to do in life. … The rest of the story…
Day in day out…here we go again Looney Tunes. I don’t have to say any more than that. And baby boomers all over America can immediately see their favorite cartoon characters. One of my Dad’s favorites was Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner. It was easy to watch that cartoon and imagine a coyote clocking in to work each morning. And his whole job … The rest of the story…