Forget Charles Darwin. Forget everything you learned in school about evolution. Remember? It was only the Theory of Evolution anyway. Creationism rules! Homo sapiens really does co-exist with the dinosaurs! (Tilton Park Drive, DeKalb, Illinois) Our weather forecast for this weekend is for cold cold cold & snow snow snow, so this big lady, being … Continue reading Forget Charles Dawin
I generally don’t use public bathrooms. Unless I really have to. I’m just kind of OCD that way. But the other day, for the first time, I used the bathroom in the laundromat. Shock City. I never imagined that a laundromat would have a fancy bathroom for the ladies. (I have no idea what the … Continue reading Fancy Fancy
Bob. (Post Office, DeKalb, Illinois) “If, somewhere, any possible world can exist, then somewhere there is any letter that could possibly be written. Somewhere, all those checks really were in the mail.” ― Terry Pratchett, ‘Going Postal’ Continue reading What do you call Bob the Mailman after he gets fired?
(DeKalb, Illinois) “People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life. If you … Continue reading Sleep
Nope, it didn’t snow last night. But we woke to a very pretty combo of frost & heavy duty fog. (DeKalb, Illinois) (DeKalb, Illinois) (DeKalb, Illinois) (Sycamore Public Library, Sycamore, Illinois) (Sycamore, Illinois) Continue reading Frosty (& I’m not talkin’ snowman)
Herbert was embarrassed. He was humiliated. His father had been a proud barn quilt square. His mother had been a proud barn quilt square. They had both sold to adoptive barns within a month of being painted. But Herbert had languished unsold for months. He was despairing of ruining the excellent family name. The county … Continue reading Herbert Gets Happy
Dekalb, Illinois Spring is the time of ultimate renewal, but Winter, depending on whether one is into poetry or into politics, can be either a time of renewal or a time of coverup. Everything is crappy, dirty, trashy, decrepit. Then it snows, & it’s beautiful, it’s gorgeous. The snow melts off, things become crappy, dirty, … Continue reading Renewal