I know about solar power

All this talk about bringing solar power to Forrest City reminds me of the solar power I’ve been exposed to, particularly in the days of my youth, back before there were warnings about such things.

Walking, revisited

I thought that getting back into walking would be fairly easy. After all, I had been doing it for a couple of years, and had a decent stride – faster than some, slower than others, but mine all mine.

Just the latest chapter

When the story in Tuesday’s Times-Herald stated that the debate over merging East Arkansas Community College and Crowley’s Ridge Technical Institute wasn’t new, it was right.

When it pours, you’re wet

If it is true, as some wise folks have said, that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, I figure that along the way there are strewn numerous discarded umbrellas.

I’m simply AGHAST

It was during my first hitch at the Times-Herald, that I first proclaimed myself to be the founder, president – and only member, it seemed – of AGHAST, or All Grass Haters Adamantly Shirking Toil.

I’ve survived another show

Well, another play is finished. It had its good points and bad points.
The main bad point took place when I fell. Headlong. No grace, no class. I mean, ker-splat. I was heading off stage and missed my footing when stepping off a platform.

Spring fever

One could suppose that this gives me an excuse, at least once a year, for my general attitude against any sort of labor. Of course, I do object to the inclusion of “restlessness” in that particular definition. But one source actually went even further, using “excitement” as one of the symptoms.

The mowing has begun

Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to be retired, or lazy. I keep having to do stuff, in spite of all I was told about how great retirement would be (I was already lazy).