The Devil dropped by for a visit. Where’ve you been? I asked. Oh, the usual places, he replied.
One of my readers urged me to weigh in on the latest church foolery. Which one? The one in Arizona. I looked it up.
I’m a word junky but I never hear of “gruntled.”
A disgruntled subscriber called me. I usually ignore unknown callers, but now and then I play Russian roulette.
I was born on the 5th of July. It’s an unremarkable date.
Everybody LOVES a festival. Well, maybe not EV-ER-Y body.
Beware my old friends. “Memory tests” are now standard fare at annual physical examinations.
The nation’s party wasn’t in DC last Saturday. It was in 2,000 other places.
I’m thinking we’ve all had an “Amy Jo” in our lives somewhere along the line. Who’s yours?
A surprising response to HATE at the Pride Parade in Albuquerque.
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