I’d like to tell you a little story. A true story. A story of joy. A story of sadness. But, it’s a true story.
A couple of weeks ago I was having lunch with a rambunctious little girl. She’s five years old. No. I take that back. She’s five and a half. She was very insistent upon the fact that she’s not five, but five and a half.
That caused me to think. Surprise. Surprise. Continue reading
I propose the following with the idea that better living can be possible for society in the future: Continue reading
Football season is upon us. Many people are preparing for fantasy football drafts, and others are gearing up to root for their team, they’re buying jerseys, hats, and face paint. You can be sure, though, that some just don’t have the desire to put in the time and effort that comes with a team in a fantasy league, but they do enjoy watching football.
When I wrote Pinky Anderson And The Traveling Flea Circus I included a chapter on a club that Pinky joined. He didn’t care much for fantasy football, but he thoroughly enjoyed the camaraderie of belonging to the “37 Club.” It’s a way for someone to enjoy football without joining a fantasy league, and maybe even make a buck or two. I’m including the rules to the club here in case anyone would like to try their hand at what Pinky found to be an enjoyable pastime. Continue reading