Or the pompitous of love is whatever you want it to be. Kinda like the ’70s and its music, if you can define a decade by its lyrics,
A Geothermal Playground with a Side of Bison
After a year of lockdowns and cancellations, a change of scenery was a balm. A trip to the vast, ancient lands of the western US appealed to us – a place that stood before this bout of human suffering and cannot be canceled, mitigated, or sheltered in place.
Amen to That
Randomly through translation to English, a group of letters were arranged to form amen. Gender is not implied and shouldn’t be inferred.
Life in the Time of COVID
Don enjoys his freshly made burger and fries and homemade root beer and the opportunity to pull out pictures of his pride and joy enough to make that risk. He’s earned that right.
Bee Not Afraid
Bees get the bad rap for the super aggressive modus operandi of wasps. I think it’s the “yellow jacket” wasps wear, and the buzzing around that cause the confusion. Oh yeah, and the stinging
People browsing these sites are looking for a satisfactory read, a book to add to their Goodreads list. Not a let down.
Turd Ferguson and Abe Froman Walk into a Bar…
Abe Froman and Turd Ferguson deserve a place on a page together. They deserve to walk into a bar together.
There are as many ways to grieve as there are people. It, however, is not an easy undertaking and can take years or a lifetime.
Ode to the Yellow Brick Road
“Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ meets its demise