A redbird (to this southerner, a cardinal is a redbird) is on my neighbor’s wet lawn. Not finding what he is looking for there, he flies across the street to my yard. He’s so beautiful–bright and flambuoyant. I ask the Lord to protect him from cats. It’s okay to pray for redbirds, isn’t it? […]
May 22, 2018
When the Long Ago Suddenly Reappears
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Is the past really the past or does it reappear now and then? I saw one of my old college professors the other day, even though he has been dead a good number of years. Now, before you think I’ve gone completely round the bend, let me explain. Actually, I didn’t see him but I […]
May 18, 2018
Sounds or Noises?
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This early in the morning, I sometimes hear far-off clangs and bangs, with a continuous underlying roar. The only explanation I can think of is the train downtown. It must be busy doing whatever trains do on those tracks, maybe hooking or unhooking cars? A softer but much more pleasant sound is my water fountain in the flower […]
May 17, 2018
Abandoned
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As I drive along the highways, sometimes I pass a house that was abandoned long ago. It would look pretty good if somebody took a hand and my fingers itch to buy it, re-furbish it, make it stand proud and solid once again. Just daydreaming, you know, because for a few seconds I see it outside my […]
May 14, 2018
Once Upon a Time, a Few Years ago.
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As I looked back this morning at past posts, I found this one I wrote a number of years ago. My grandchildren were a lot smaller then. I was working on the first Ned McNeil moonlight mystery. Today, I’m working on the third book in that series. So, because it gave me a warm feeling, […]
May 11, 2018
Right Thing, Wrong Place
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Doing something really dumb is not always confined to the human race. Have you ever done the right thing but chosen the wrong place to do it? Sometimes we all goof, even our wild, feathered friends. Yesterday, I was checking out my water fountain and there, floating in the pool, was the broken shell of […]
