Merry Christmas
It was on a night not too different from this one. The political unrest was palpable and the people were weary. Long had they waited for somebody to save them from oppression and woe. They all looked ...
Join the Scouts. You’ll Have a Gay Ol’ Time
The opinions I am about to express in this article are mine alone. They do not represent the Boy Scouts of America or any of its organizational structure, including the Cub Scout Pack where I volunt...
Where Have All the Good Barbs Gone?
Happy Easter, my friends. Sorry it’s been awhile since my last post. I hope to make this blog a weekly thing, but I’ve been my usual busy self lately, doing so many things that I haven&#...
Ceiling Unlimited
A few lines from my favorite lyricist Neil Peart of Rush explains my powerfully optimistic mood: “Ceiling unlimitedWindows open wideLook and look again, look againFeeling unlimitedEyes on the pr...