the glory of everything

Still here. Being dragged to lake. Finishing chores left undone. Jumping dead batteries after overhead lights are left on for a week. Gettin...

As I was taking time to compose a post (bits and pieces over the past three days), I came across an excerpt from a book that always strikes ...

Not what I was hoping for last night, but a mildly amusing interview anyway. By the way, when I met the good bishop he had the same clothes ...

Schooool's out. for. summeeerrr! Schooool's out. for. eveeerrr! (Not hardly, but it is permissible that one may kid oneself on his f...

Sophie is testing all week, per our state's requirement for homeschooled kids. Now, in our neck of the woods, parents are allowed to adm...

Tim Russert died today of an apparent heart attack. He was 58 years old. Memory Eternal!

The other day, wonder of wonders, my daughter gave me a pencil to sharpen. I worked on it for several minutes, but couldn't quite get do...

Life is funny. Just when I start getting interesting in pipe smoking, it possibly turns to dirt. The last couple of mornings after smoking, ...

Two years ago, on Father's Day, I purchased two tobacco pipes off eBay: A Peterson Irish Seconds and a Wellington Medium. I was trying t...