The muse came to me today with the contemplative thought of what the difference is between “horse shit” and “bull shit.” On a purely sensory basis there is a distinct difference in the aroma that each one produces. However, the…
The muse came to me today with the contemplative thought of what the difference is between “horse shit” and “bull shit.” On a purely sensory basis there is a distinct difference in the aroma that each one produces. However, the…
The words: Galumph, repartee, immure, lunette perennial, zibeline, nidus. Professional sports have become somewhat of a “showboating” exercise in that it seems that the athletes now feel it necessary to galumph after a particular accomplishment even if it was inconsequential…
I sit here in my little enclave at the back of the garage pretending that I am willing myself to be a writer, actor, athlete, community volunteer and so forth; when in reality I am a motionless being wandering from…
I used to think that I had a few answers to life’s questions, but not anymore. Social media has cured me of that delusion. At long last I can shed the shackles of ignorance and naivete. With this thought in…
On this inauguration day for the president of the United States of America, there have been questions about the legitimacy of the person known as Donald J. Trump who took the oath of office today. Thinking in the manner of…
WARNING: Conservative thinking Trump voters please proceed with CAUTION: For those of you that are in support of the current president elect, I suggest you STOP reading here and go on to some other enlightening reading. The following is my…
When I was a little lad, my first memory of professional baseball was of the New York Yankees. They were the only professional baseball team in NYC because shortly before my long term memory became conscious to me, the…
This quote from T.S. Eliot’s play “The Cocktail Party” has stimulated my thinking for many of you with whom I have connected via Social Media. “We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our…
In my existential search for enlightenment and meaning it seems to me that the only universe that I could possibly comprehend is the one that resides between my ears. Of course some folks who know me well may argue that…
I am a hypocritical heretic ensconced in the paradoxical problem of didactic diatribes. No matter what I write I am sure there will be notorious notions, contradicting comments, suspicious statements, piqued prejudices, erroneous eradications, indeterminate identities, misguided miscalculations, conflicting conclusions,…