“Carl, the Loser”
It was during my college years that I first became aware that “Carl” (or “Karl”) meant “loser.” If you’re old enough to remember the “Mad Libs” games, then
It was during my college years that I first became aware that “Carl” (or “Karl”) meant “loser.” If you’re old enough to remember the “Mad Libs” games, then
As of this writing I have been the customer of four different cell phone providers since I retired nine years ago: Verizon, T-Mobile, Consumer Cellular, and as of yesterday,
“Athletic shoes required to use the fitness center.” That’s the sign that greets patrons of the fitness center at our Dover Modern Maturity Center. And my first (admittedly
Sorry. I’m still on my kick about things that don’t work. Last week I was harping on the fact that my cell phone wasn’t working right (it still
… then why can’t we have a dependable cell-phone system? I know, I know, billionaires and their toy rockets have nothing in common with the workings of mega-communications
Apparently, the development in which we live has ongoing problems with its water system and once or twice a year we are notified that the water will be shut
I’m just going to start writing. Nothing in particular came to mind as a topic for this week’s blog, so let me see where my head takes me.
The trauma that struck our household recently was almost unbearable. No, no one died. No one came down with a terminal illness. The house didn’t catch fire. The trauma
The other day I got a surprise invitation. Daughter Karlyn saw our new cornhole game and asked me if I’d like to play with her. Cornhole, for the uninitiated,
Sometimes things actually do work out OK. After last week’s rant about the failures/complexities of modern technology, perhaps it’s time to give thanks for the little victories that come