Tomorrow begins another adventure in this always unfolding story called life. On September 10th, I begin as co-host of a local radio show called Up Front. (9:00 to 10:00 AM on AM960 KLTF, also available on-line at fallsradio.com ).
Up Front is a call-in show dedicated to current events, politics and good government. As anyone who knows me, these topics are right in my wheel house. It should be fun.
So, give it a listen Monday through Thursday at 9:00 and let me know how I am doing. Call in and let me know whether I am a star or a knucklehead, after all, its just your opinion. And I want to know.
What you may find here may defy description. It will depend upon my mood, my medication, my muse at the moment and what time of the day I decide to start to type. I may be writing on my iPad from a coffee shop and I may share a bit of business flotsam that has caught in my cranium. Or I may be on my laptop in my recliner which means you may get both barrels of my political 12 gauge temper. Either way, I hope you find it worth your time to read.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
“Don't agonize, organize.”
“Don't agonize, organize.” - Florynce R. Kennedy
Are you under pressure at work? Feeling a little
"blue" about something going on in your life? Perhaps frustration
with a situation is starting to mount because you can't quite get to the
solution, even though you know it is there? Then it is time to do a little
organization...
I always insure that I have sufficient clutter and mess in
my office to sift through when I have a problem to solve or emotions to
process. I find that when I am
struggling with a situation or need to work through something, organizing my
office tends to help. There is something about the mindlessness of filing,
sorting or categorizing that takes up just enough of my brain to keep my mind
off my problem, but still allows my unconscious mind to work on a solution.
Many times, an idea or solution will present itself while I am tidying up and
voila' - problem solved, feelings processed.
Plus, I have the bonus of a neater workspace.
So, don't be in a rush to clean off your desk every day, let
the clutter build up a bit. Leave yourself a few piles of "stuff" to
go through next time you need to take a creative break or emotional "time
out".
What to do today: Release your inner slob.
What to keep in mind: A cluttered desk is a tool in the
creative process.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Everyone Has One
I never make the mistake of arguing with people for whose opinions I have no respect. - Edward Gibbon
It is sometimes depressing what people seem to think they are owed today. Some people believe they are owed an income forcibly taken from others, just because they exist. Others seem to think they are owed a political office because they have "paid their dues". But the most depressing development of the modern world of the internet, online blogs and social media is that now people seem to think I need to respect their opinion.
Don't get me wrong, in a society as rich as ours, no one should go hungry or homeless; God has given us plenty to share and he commands us to do so. Also, everyone is entitled to an opinion, even when it is misinformed, illogical, self-centered, uneducated, formed by sloppy thinking or prejudiced. However, don't expect me support you in your sinful behavior or to respect your opinion when it is based upon one of the above.
When you trash my religion, disrespect my deeply held beliefs, insult my entire way of living my life because of the latest social trend or passing social cause, don't expect me to respect you as a serious person. When you try to force me to put my eternal soul in jeopardy because of your misplaced sense of "social justice" don't expect me to not fight back.
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It is sometimes depressing what people seem to think they are owed today. Some people believe they are owed an income forcibly taken from others, just because they exist. Others seem to think they are owed a political office because they have "paid their dues". But the most depressing development of the modern world of the internet, online blogs and social media is that now people seem to think I need to respect their opinion.
Don't get me wrong, in a society as rich as ours, no one should go hungry or homeless; God has given us plenty to share and he commands us to do so. Also, everyone is entitled to an opinion, even when it is misinformed, illogical, self-centered, uneducated, formed by sloppy thinking or prejudiced. However, don't expect me support you in your sinful behavior or to respect your opinion when it is based upon one of the above.
When you trash my religion, disrespect my deeply held beliefs, insult my entire way of living my life because of the latest social trend or passing social cause, don't expect me to respect you as a serious person. When you try to force me to put my eternal soul in jeopardy because of your misplaced sense of "social justice" don't expect me to not fight back.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
The Joy of Refueling
Today I had an epiphany. While I was putting gas in the HHR, I was suddenly struck by how slow the dollars and cents was going up on the pump. Lo and behold, when the hose spigot kicked and then stopped, my total was $28.79. It took a moment for the reality to sink in; after month and years of paying $40 to $50 to fill my gas tank, my expense was under $30.00!

I took a moment to say a short prayer of thanksgiving for fracking.
Gasoline is the life's blood of rural America. Gasoline is a miracle fluid, portable enough to be carried along on any journey, yet powerful enough to provide the thrust to move a 3000 pound vehicle over hill and dale, all the way to Grandmother's house. As a necessary ingredient for American life and commerce, the price of gasoline has a profound effect on the quality of our lives.
$50.00 a barrel oil means cheap gas at the pump and cheap gas at the pump means more money left in our pockets to do other fun stuff. Thanks to the threat from fracking, the Saudis have decided to drown the world in oil.
Glory, Glory Hallalujah! Cheap gas - its a frackin' miracle!

I took a moment to say a short prayer of thanksgiving for fracking.
Gasoline is the life's blood of rural America. Gasoline is a miracle fluid, portable enough to be carried along on any journey, yet powerful enough to provide the thrust to move a 3000 pound vehicle over hill and dale, all the way to Grandmother's house. As a necessary ingredient for American life and commerce, the price of gasoline has a profound effect on the quality of our lives.
$50.00 a barrel oil means cheap gas at the pump and cheap gas at the pump means more money left in our pockets to do other fun stuff. Thanks to the threat from fracking, the Saudis have decided to drown the world in oil.
Glory, Glory Hallalujah! Cheap gas - its a frackin' miracle!
Monday, December 15, 2014
I Like Big Fogs
I am hearing complaints about the dreary, foggy weather we have enjoyed over the past week. Posh!, I say! In December, I like big fogs.
Fog in December means warm air riding over the cold, snowy surface. Warm air in December is welcome because every day over freezing in December means one less day it can be freezing-the-balls-off-a-brass-monkey cold. Every foggy day in December means one less day I have to walk through, drive through or shovel through snow.
Fog in February or March sucks, but in December I enjoy, embrace and like Big Fogs.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Food, Family & Football
Traditional depictions of Thanksgiving usually show turkeys, pilgrims, Native Americans and/or cornucopias. This holidays has sunk deep roots into the psyche of our country. Just think of it, our country has a character causing us to dedicate an entire day to simply expressing gratitude. How unique (and cool) is that?
Since I have been a little boy, Thanksgiving has combined three of my most favorite things in the whole world: Food, Famiily & Football. I don't believe it can get much better.
Thanksgiving is the best holiday on the calendar.
Monday, November 24, 2014
How Gratitude Can Heal
Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow. - Melody Beattie
Living life is risky business. It is a rare person who can make it to adulthood without experiencing some sort of damage. For some of us, the damage is self-inflicted. But for others, the damage is inflicted by people who are supposed to love us, care for us, protect us. This type of damage is a heinous betrayal, a wounding which comes from people we trust. These are the hurts that are hardest to forgive and forget, for many the wound never heals.
I have known those carrying around such a terrible hurt. Many times, rather than blame the perpetrator of the crime, they blame themselves. Rather than not being able to forgive the criminal, they can't forgive themselves. Not being able to forgive or forget, the wounding never heals and leads to anger, regret and despair. In this emotional standstill, they become victims yet again. But there is a way to break the cycle, a way out of the emotional morass. Gratitude.
There is something about being thankful for the positive things in our life that seems to help us accept the negative events in our lives. Gratitude and appreciation for God's grace seem to make us aware of just how much grace is present in our life and how by accepting that grace, our wounds begin to be healed. By keeping our eyes on the good stuff, we will gradually see the bad stuff recede into the background noise of the past. Where it belongs.
Living life is risky business. It is a rare person who can make it to adulthood without experiencing some sort of damage. For some of us, the damage is self-inflicted. But for others, the damage is inflicted by people who are supposed to love us, care for us, protect us. This type of damage is a heinous betrayal, a wounding which comes from people we trust. These are the hurts that are hardest to forgive and forget, for many the wound never heals.
I have known those carrying around such a terrible hurt. Many times, rather than blame the perpetrator of the crime, they blame themselves. Rather than not being able to forgive the criminal, they can't forgive themselves. Not being able to forgive or forget, the wounding never heals and leads to anger, regret and despair. In this emotional standstill, they become victims yet again. But there is a way to break the cycle, a way out of the emotional morass. Gratitude.
There is something about being thankful for the positive things in our life that seems to help us accept the negative events in our lives. Gratitude and appreciation for God's grace seem to make us aware of just how much grace is present in our life and how by accepting that grace, our wounds begin to be healed. By keeping our eyes on the good stuff, we will gradually see the bad stuff recede into the background noise of the past. Where it belongs.
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