Each day I am amazed by this thing called the Internet. Don’t forget, I’m a card-carrying Geezer, and we are still unable to explain (or use) most modern gadgets. Hell, some of us consider tying our shoes high technology.

I sit here in my small office in far-off Montana and visit with friends all over. I can chat with people I have never met, and with close pals and relatives. I hold the entire thing in awe.

One new friend, Ann, writes from Brisbane, Australia, about the Mary Big Day interview. She wrote of her respect for the American Indian traditions, and asks if Fox News gives an honest version of life in America.

How do I answer her? Read More→

It’s a cloudy, drippy day, so let’s give the folks wearing their crankypants a nice glass of whine.

All of Chekhov’s words weren’t beautiful. He once said, “I don’t understand anything about ballet.  All I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.”

Katherine Hepburn, on  acting: “It is the most minor of gifts and not a very high class way to earn a living. After all, Shirley Temple could do it at the age of four.”

“You may be sure that the Americans will commit all the stupidities they can think of, plus some that are beyond imagination,” said good old Chuck De Gaulle. Read More→

Normally I don’t get along with priests at all. I go out of my way to avoid them. But there was an old gentleman in Sacramento that made me wish he was a pal.

Our meeting came about when he decided to leave the world of the dead.

As Monsignor Patrick Nolan he was in charge of the Catholic cemeteries in the Sacramento area. He laughingly called himself the “C.E.O. of graveyards.” Read More→