You can’t see it, but there is a grin on my face. A huge grin. My grin is bigger than Charlie’s grin, I assure you. The fact that their lunches are packed and camp has started might be the reason. Might be.
Ernest Borgnine died today, Sunday July 8, 2012. He was 95yrs old.
After my Dad died, I had a greater appreciation for death. That is to say, I had a greater understanding for the grief that overwhelms those dealing with the loss. My Dad’s death also changed the way I looked at the overwhelming responses from the public when a celebrity dies. Continue reading
What to post? What to post? That was the question repeated over and over again in my mind. Finding a picture to share with you on a daily basis is getting tougher and tougher.
Then, around 6:15 pm, something amazing happened. Something that had not happened in over a month suddenly fell from the skies. Then and there, I knew what I was going to share with you today. Even the cicadas sang with joy. Enjoy, and God bless.
Good people of the Blogosphere – readers, writers, and stalkers alike – I am coming to you with a contest idea.
For this and so many other things, I am grateful. (P.S. Hubba hubba)