“The whirlwind is in the thorn trees. It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks. Till Armageddon no salaam, no shalom.”
Johnny Cash provides musical accompaniment to my morning writing.
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Buchard Frels walked in the morning. From a distance Buchard looked like he might entertain as a clown at children’s parties. His [...]
I have a feeling that both the physiological and the metaphorical hiccups will plague me today. As a side note, I also went to sleep hiccupping. What follows is not intentionally an extension of yesterday’s Five Times with Water. Also, nothing to do with hiccups.
To the inexperienced, the uneducated, the mundane it might just be [...]