Point of No Return
Remember the old gag when you would dangle your buddy’s hand in a bowl of warm water as he slept, hoping against hope that it would cause a, well, biological reaction?
There are those who claim to have seen Bigfoot walking by their campsite. Others have stated emphatically that they have seen the Loch Ness monster peek her head through the water and mist. And I have heard tell of giant pink monsters dancing up and down Route 1 in Dewey Beach, but I did hear those tales from people who had been celebrating a little hard that particular night.
If we’re fortunate enough in life, we continue to learn, to better understand and to still be inspired as we grow older. We’re able to push aside the cynicism and pessimism that often accompany years of experience, and still stare wide-eyed at the world, knowing in our hearts that there is still much to learn and take part in as we continue to grow.
This is indeed a great holiday.
It’s funny what you can learn from sitting on a couch.
The brave adventurer deftly maneuvered his way past treacherous hazard after treacherous hazard. Surely, fear and apprehension filled his mind as he found himself deeper in the abyss, but he was single-minded in focus — and would not be denied his singular and powerful goal.
There are certain things in life that leave me completely astounded. I don’t mean merely surprised, or even shocked, but absolutely frozen in disbelief as I contemplate what it was I just came across.
I get amazed sometimes by science.
It happens every year.
Memorial Day weekend comes upon us, I start getting a little excited about all the really cool things I’m going to do that summer and I start to make a mental list on prioritizing them all — just to make certain that those things I REALLY want to do get done for sure.
It’s been said that life is a journey. We twist and wind through life’s obstacles and victories, and encounter a cast of characters along the way that either impact the very nature of who we are, or simply disappear into the background in relative anonymity.
My mother came out to visit me a few weeks ago.
And I had a nice time.
There are certain realities in life that we must all one day accept as, well, reality.
This weekend is a bit of a vicarious Christmas for me.
I admit to feeling curious.
I admit to feeling curious.
Through astute techniques of observation, I’ve been able to determine that the sky is indeed falling down around us.
Have you ever felt like anything was possible? Like you finally had this whole “life” thing figured out, and that the world was indeed in the palm of your hand?
This is just a spectacular time of year for those of us afflicted with a complete addiction to sports viewing.
In a cruel twist of fate, our calendars tell us that St. Patrick’s Day falls on a Tuesday this year. In related news, the sun will eventually burn out and leave us wandering around a cold, dark rock until we fade away and Disney is actually more interested in making money than creating a world of wonder and awe for kids of all ages.
I’m an honest-to-goodness trailblazer.
I’m beginning to believe that South Carolina is becoming the doofus capital of the free world.
We meet people in life. It’s really that simple.
So, there I was. Surrounded by members of the Swedish bikini team and counting enormous stacks of $100 bills, when the phone in my shoe went off and I knew immediately...
The spectacle otherwise known as the Super Bowl kicks off Sunday evening, and much of the world is ready for the action.
Well, unless you’re a fan of the Baltimore Ravens or Philadelphia Eagles — in which case, you’re still licking your wounds and screaming at the heavens above that there is indeed a grave injustice in the world because your team ...
But, yeah, I digress.
I’m a believer in believing.
I guess it had to come to this.
I’m not exactly the brightest guy in the world.
Many of us in the community will remember 2008 as the year that Ocean View blew up in front of our faces. Actually, that’s pretty much the story that captured the most inches of news throughout the year, and kept our letters section more swollen than Roseanne after Thanksgiving dinner.