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Did you know that Saint Paul was actually a woman? I bet you didn’t realize that Columbus was really from Germany and not Genovese. There I wrote it down. Give the world about 15 years to pass by and for this post to turn up on a Google Search somewhere. That is the funny thing with time, it erases memories. Generation to generation small details fade away. I argue that mortality is absolutetly good or bad. There is no in between in the wake of an event or passing atoricty. My reasoning is that since we are all Children of God that there is no way for us to be anything other than Good and Bad. There is no way for me to only partially sin, no way for me to partially perform a charitable act. My only hope is to be absolutely chartiable or an utter ass in either case. ...

Bearing your soul in words is a dangerous proposition. Admitting to yourself in a permanent fashion is much more difficult than simply bypassing it with nonsensical mental talk. I will be the first to stipulate that I make a good argument in my head for why things are not as my heart says. That is why I do not trust my mind near as much as I trust my heart and soul. Often I have conveyed through my writing that it is through these words I escape. If I did not write you would no sooner find my name plastered across the screens of your local news station for crazy, maddening acts. ...

I love books. I actually love reading but hate the one aspect of being a traveling reader…carrying them all. A few reference computer manuals and a college book and I might as well pack a second bag. So I broke down and became an early adopter. Say hello to my Kindle! I started by getting some essential books on there right away, Catechism of the Catholic Church…check…New American Bible Translation…check…soak on that for a minute. I just put two books on a device that weighs hardly anything. Here are some comparison shots: ...

Oscar only whines when he is wanting to go play outside with another dog or he is upset. Luckily he is a pretty happy dog and does neither with any sort of regularity. Today as I typed away on the computer I heard a whining noise from the other room. I gave it sometime considering it would probably pass. A few minutes into the code I hear it still. Sheesh Oscar! Remind me to fix the screen in my door as it is now a secret path way for cute little puppies. I walk into the kitchen to find Oscar and a little beagle puppy playing around the floor. Heart+puppy=melt. I have such a soft spot for baby anything. I look out the door and see Mom trailing the back end of the Mini. They both look too healthy to be strays so I stand outside and listen for the screams of children looking for their pals. No sirens or anything else.I drop some food in a make shift Cool Whip bowl (why did I have a Cool Whip bowl?) and some water in the Tupperware near it. They eat like there is no tomorrow and I gather they are lost. I sit down on the stairs contemplating what to do and Oscar comes up near me. He props up on my shoulder and licks my cheek.“Sorry boy, I can hardly give you the attention you deserve.” With that I top off the Cool Whip bowl and head inside. Oscar seems okay with my course of action and finds his spot on the couch. I wish I had the time and space for the both of them. As I prepared for the Sabbath I did the scan around the house, peeking from the corner of window sills searching for my travelers. Nothing.Good luck to the beagle family, hope they find a family here soon.

I live in an old home. Over 70 years old at least. I don’t know the exact date, but I know that this whole area is named for the original owners. The house is built not on a block foundation, but old oak tree trunks slopped up in molasses. All in all it is a quirky little house for a quirky guy. Biggest problem I have had with the place is the toilet. If there was one thing you wouldn’t want to be wrong with the house it would be the toilet. I can deal with no A/C, roof, doors, holes in the floor, or monsters next door. All of those things are nothing compared to the sound of rising water. I have been through multiple hurricanes were the sound of blowing winds and rain did nothing to shake my foundation. ...