Singing Up a Spring
Hey, I wrote a song! It’s not a great song … but then, I’m not a great song writer. There are two problems: First, I meant it to be humorous, but it comes off as […]
Tag: spring
Sister Jean, Prayer and Basketball Strategies
If you are following March Madness, you know Sister Jean, the 98-year-old nun from Chicago’s Loyola University who is the Chaplain, and erstwhile coach of her young men who just made it to the Elite […]
A Great Day For a Grass Fire
Sunday was a great day for a grass fire. No, not that kind of grass, although wildland fires can make your day go to pot. It’s that time of year. People get cabin fever, and […]
The Fearless Deer of Pokagon
Deer are so common in Indiana that sometimes we forget they were once wiped out in the state. Now they’re back, wiping out cars instead, so you really don’t have to try to hard to […]
Shut the Outdoors
Spring is here and pollen clouds the air. It reminds me – I’m not an outdoor person. Give me soft slippers, a good book, Netflix, dirty martinis, a comfy sofa, and I’m as happy […]
Hunting Mushrooms
I went out hunting mushrooms, a spore-t even I could succeed at. Kidding–I just stumbled across them by happy accident. (Literally stumbled across them, in one case.) I hate regular mushrooms. They taste like a […]
Indiana Winters, or: Why Aren’t We Living in Florida?
(Note: This was originally written on February 7th and then misplaced, which isn’t the first time. It was the beginning of what was overall a nice February—for Indiana. You all know how things changed in […]
A Flowery State Debate
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK Ah, spring! That time of year when we give up complaining about one set of annoyances, in favor of complaining about another set of annoyances. It’s kind of like the […]
What Kind of Idiot Goes the Speed Limit?
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK There was a time when I was the same reckless driver I now complain about. My first two cars were fast, and I liked to believe I was the stuntman […]
A Song of Spring
Spring is here, with fragrant flowers Wafting perfume here and there. Here I stand amid the bowers, Breathing the aromatic air. A tickle rises up my nose Stops and digs into my brain. I gasp […]