University starts back for the spring semester (although, spring weather has been tough to come by lately….Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rabbit! 

I’ve managed to get a lot done over the break: poetry and some non-fiction published – Yippee, yard beautification project done, lotsa reading on world religions, a biography on Virgina Woolf, a new novella that I have the pleasure of discussing at the Sigma Tua Delta Symposium this spring in Savannah Ga.,and my most important…. learning to bake a better loaf of bread (that has been a feat in itself).

But, I must say …. Life is good!

I’m trying to stick to my one and only “new years resolution”… that being: be better to myself  and so far – it seems to be working. (I probably should have done this a long time ago; but, time just fliessssssssssssssssss by.

Now if I could just get the rivers to go below flood-stage…. I might could go fish’nnnnn.

Well, that be about all for now. Next week I’ll be back try’n to learn how to be “as smart as a fifth grader;” fat chance of that happen’n any time soon.

Be well and remember…………. NO TEXT”N & DRIV’N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




… I managed to get published. I won’t bore you with the details; it’s just something that happened with me. It makes me feel like “Alice through the looking-glass.”

serendipity if you will. I, the most unlikely in the genre – poetry – that is, have actually put together a collection of words that someone found worth with. Life just keeps gettn’ better!

That brings me to my main argument: Does one make one’s reality … or is it mere chance one ends up at a certain point that has been predestined, if you will? Is it luck or fate? What an endless argument that can be. I’ve been doing a bit-o-reading during the holiday break from university. In effect: The Bhagavad Gita, the Christian Bible, and a few other philosophies of the Chinese persuasion; all have interesting points of view; all hold my interest with the up most sincerity; and all, correlate with each other closer than I had earlier perceived.

The “ages of time” involved here are immense; yet the age of man is only a “sprinkling in the sand” of the hour-glass compared to this planet we inhabit. What an astounding fact that is!

Is it mere chance or predestination? What a question that is!!!!!!!

As always, best to everyone and have a great and inspiring 2014.


Maybe my parents felt that way about me; and their parents, them. As a student/ senior citizen/ late voter in the 2012 presidential campaign/ general consumer, etc; I’m starting to wonder about the young peoples of today that will someday run this nation. When I was my university peer group’s age, the era was 1968 thru 1970’s; an epoc of time that was one of the most sociallly controversial of our nation next to our War of Independence. The “hippies and political junkies” of then … ended up … running this nation … now.

How scary is that?

Everywhere I look now, people are constantly “plugged in.” Whether it’s cell, texting, Facebook, Skype, and many other electrical, wizardly wonders of the techno-world; one things for sure, … we are growing a culture that may have no need of a “vocal” language.  The computer I’m printing this on can change this English “font” into most any language at the touch of a key-stroke. What a wonder that is. We as a culture have defeated the Tower of Bable. At what stage do we take on the etheral – or maybe we already are!

Pardon, I wander in my argument.

I wonder about the halls of University – that hallowed ground. “Most all” students are plugged in. Their eyes are pointed on nothing, they’re lips move w/out saying anything. They walk in a predetermined fashion to an understood point. They acknowledge their friends by a nod or smile; at times, they stop to talk – the ear buds remain in place.

I go to visiting speakers, individuals that have made an impack within their life’s mission. The PAC (The Center for Performing ), a very large university setting – the accustics are excellent.  At the height of a speaker’s auditory – a “musical ringtone goes off. I mean really, how rude can you be? 

Can people NOT live “plugged-in” for 1-2 hours?

And, what do I say when I watch a patrolman, in his patrol car, set through a green light … texting?

Everyone have a greatdae!


***P.S.   Be sure to look both ways when crossing they street, it’s getting dangerous out there.