Paint on the floor and deep scratches, no doubt from the spurs on some local yokels’ cowboy boots; then the burns. (Who burns their floor?)
Surely, how one has lived one's life is a testament to a person’s existence, but death? Is that also a testament of one's life?
I was reminded not to say the vicious word today. The way he was killed. The butchering. The Press slander ..
The devil incarnate, who sits atop a fiery nest at the apex of this pyramidal, fire-resistant Monkey Puzzle tree, not all the time, but ...
With temperatures reaching into the low 90's in our Oven State and the heir apparent of creatures extraordinaire, I was brought a gopher tortoise by a bunch of my neighbors who had no idea why a one-to-five-pound tortoise would be running at lighting speed (for a turtle) through our streets and alley ways. We allowed... Continue Reading →