Point of No Return
It felt like a soothing mist.
We all have problems. Bills get piled up, kids run around with scissors, work becomes too much, etc., etc., etc.
It was said by many at the time that Sept. 11, 2001 would change the world forever.
For openers, let me tell you that I had a very funny column lined up for this week. Well, to be fair, it was funny in my eyes, because I was going to make fun of my good friend Bob Bertram for his respective tastes in old movies and current films that could best be described as “female-oriented.”
Reality can sometimes hit you when you least expect it.
It’s funny sometimes how news travels.
There are some moments in time that we wish would just stay frozen. Those instances when all seems right in the world, and it feels as if we’ve finally figured out all of life’s little riddles.
There comes a point in each man’s life when he must put down the water balloons and whoopie cushions, and make a definitive statement that he is indeed an adult — that marker in time that unequivocally states that adulthood is now upon him, and the choice he makes from that point forward will be the choices of a grownup. I fear that time is now upon me.
As a journalist, it is my absolute obligation to inform my readers of any information that could impact their lives. With that basic tenet of my profession in mind, I’ll now share a little tidbit with the general public.
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.