My post last Sunday prompted some subscribers to unsubscribe. Only two, but not just any two.
Jesus is dead, I said in my Easter Sunday blog post. A reader disagreed.
I saw Jesus napping in a hammock in my backyard. A transistor radio lay on his chest.
Today is the first day of Easter. Today is also the last day of Passover. Today is the beginning of one, the end of the other. A rare convergence.
Last Sunday I posed the question: “Are we alone?” The post prompted many comments.
My friend believes extraterrestrial life is out there. I’m skeptical but I’m not a denier.
All my friends are getting old. One just turned 70. Another 90. When I was 30, people that age looked awfully old.
This past Monday, I said yes. I should have said no. And now I regret it.
The most dangerous man in America is dead.
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