RELAX. BIDEN WILL WIN AGAIN
I told my friend I was bracing for the Man from Mar-a-Lago’s victory in 2024. That’s not going to happen, he said.
I told my friend I was bracing for the Man from Mar-a-Lago’s victory in 2024. That’s not going to happen, he said.
Let Oliver Anthony bewail rich men north of Richmond and bemoan the plight of working people. Today, let’s drink to the hard-working people.
Last week “Rich Men North of Richmond” soared to number one on the charts. Meanwhile I was south of Richmond lounging with rich men on a spacious beach.
An optimist thinks this is the best of all possible worlds. A pessimist fears that may be true.
I went to the Meck last Sunday night and found out I was once a minister in this town. I’d forgotten. Others hadn’t.
I’ve been to England, Scotland, and Ireland, but I’d never been to Randyland until last month.
My two grandsons are welcome in my house. But there are rules.
When a child asks me if her deceased dog or mother is in heaven, that’s no time to dither.
Hey, American Catholic bishops! Please don’t give Joe Biden the body and blood of Christ.
Some people are like ants, some like spiders, some like bees.
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around our world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.

I reached a personal milestone yesterday. Alas, there were no fireworks and no parades.

Soccer is a beautiful game, my sons told me years ago. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’m beginning to.

I'm a soccer fan but not a fanatic. Alas, the game releases the inner barbarian.

Today is my birthday. I was born in 1947. Let's hear if for the boomers!
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