You have arrived

As the GPS, standard in most cars and smart phones completes its directions and a vehicle pulls up to the address a cheery maiden announces, “You have arrived.”

Thirty-two

With Valentine’s Day upon us, I am reminded that I really don’t enjoy this romantic pseudo-holiday tradition, despite being very much in love with my spouse, the Carpenter.

Time to grow up

Our impulse control is clearly not in check this morning, so please excuse the rant on a subject that has been our passion for closing in on four decades.

Open Mind

Growing into a teenager, I’ve noticed our society’s fixation with romantic love. 

Spectator Sport

I am so excited for this weekend I’m not sure how I’ll get through the next few days with any focus, except that of wishing time would fly faster, because this coming weekend promises several rough spectator sports, like watching the Carpenter sit through the Super Bowl.