I am another year older.
I don’t mind.
I spent my birthday’s eve out with some very old friends. We had dinner, I ordered shrimp scampi, I couldn’t eat, I wasn’t hungry. 362 more words
Why do I live here?
The wind buffets my red Toyota Pickup, forcing me to fight the steering wheel as I lean forward, squinting in the glare of the sun, peering through the veil of fine sand obscuring the road. 762 more words
Some folks have been searching for “Civil War Weather,” and while I don’t know a lot about it – it was perfectly miserable for Northerner and Southerner alike at the Siege of Knoxville 150 years ago this month, for sure – I have found a few links to pass along. 541 more words