The power went out and the discoveries commenced.
I was always aware of cousins.
I can’t tell who those people are on TV or in the newspapers.
I am still not sure who will get my vote for President tomorrow.
I might have enjoyed making my living as a long-haul big-rig truck driver instead of as a journalist — except for the long haul, big-rig 18-wheel tractor-trailer.
What will we do if and when a COVID vaccine becomes available?
About two weeks ago, I shopped for canning supplies: Jar lids and bands and a new pressure canner.
What is ripping apart our social fabric? Is it the effects of the COVID lockdown? Is it political bitterness?
A fellow who wrangles cattle out West is a “cowboy.” A geezer who chases chickens hereabouts could be a “chicken boy.”
People who defiantly choose to not wear face masks during this COVID pandemic reignite my rant.
