I recently finished performing in “Little Shop of Horrors” with the Forrest City Little Theatre. I was the oldest member of the cast. In fact, if you added the ages of the kids who played the three major characters, I’d still be older.
An article recently caught my eye, concerning the new hottest pepper. Not long after that, I was flipping through channels and came upon a hot dog eating contest, which some consider a sport.
Okay, so now we can apply for medical marijuana. Do I plan to do so? Well, no, I don’t have a condition that could be helped by the stuff.
Okay, as of last Wednesday, it’s officially summer.
I was checking the local pollen levels on the internet recently when a thought came to me – how long have we humans been so all-fired concerned with pollen levels, anyway?
Father’s Day of 2001 was a new experience for me.
I recently spent a pleasant evening on my porch, doing absolutely nothing constructive.
After finding out the hard way that my garbage cart isn’t immune to certain critters (and I don’t mean human ones) and then catching one, if not red-pawed, at least slinking guiltily, I feel I must speak.
Is this only May? How can that be? True, June is getting closer, but it’s not in any hurry that I can see. And then there’ll be July and August, just plodding along like they don’t care.
I sometimes wonder if cell phones, laptops, etc., will ever take over completely from television as we know it.