The Wednesday April 24th edition of the Wall Street Journal featured a story about how school districts in some states are imposing dress codes. This time it is on the parents. Apparently people are showing up to register children or attend events in pajamas, shower caps, hair rollers, saggy pants, torn jeans, sexually suggestive attire, … More You Look Like Hell America
Please excuse us in the USA. We have gone a little bit arrogant this last election season and the fallout appears to have damaged our relationship. I am dreadfully embarrassed. I am here, cowboy hat in hand, to apologize. I am sorry our President has insulted your Prime Minister, and repudiated agreements he had just … More A Love Note to My Canadian Cousins
Suddenly the skies opened up this week and we had a taste of high summer. No better time to get out on the bike and find out how rusty the muscles became over winter. It is pretty bad but not irreparable. On the waterfront I encountered the art work that represented my body, the rusty … More The Rusting Seagull
Don’t we want a warm feeling of respect to come over us when we refer to “The President”? A feeling of trust in his ability to do better than the common man? A sense he really does care about us ordinary people and we are in his thoughts in the midnight hour? We expect character … More Upon the President
Where the grass lands roll in stretches like an endless tossing sea, To the mountains white and hoary, over ranges wide and free, Where the country lies unbroken, and the soft prairie breezes blow, It is there my heart turns fondly and the siren bids me go. It is far from cares and worries … More The Call From the West
Then God said, “Let there be light”, and there was light. God saw the light was good, and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “day”, and He called the darkness “night. Evening came, then morning. The first day.
There is refuge in the road, A diplomacy for the mind, A going to, and a getting away, A task and a respite. There is refuge in the road. The engine roars to life And we accelerate out of the ordinary. There is refuge in the road. The hills and valleys roll past, … More There is Refuge in the Road