Jim put me in the old Corvair, and we headed down the lane. I could see Pete just standing there looking at me. I watched until I could see him no more. We turned left on state Route 506. We stopped at a stop sign in a small village and then went straight on. I was memorizing the route very carefully because a wild, audacious plan was forming in my mind.
It seems to me if you don’t want to get harmed out in the streets, the right idea is to stay home. Petition your federal or state representatives if you don’t like the laws as they stand. Or go to the media. The actions in Minneapolis remind me of the old films from Russia in 1917 and onward.
My name was Tippy. I was a Beagle, owned by Jim Thompson in the late 1960s. Since dogs cannot talk, this narrative is mostly a stream of consciousness from when I was alive. By the way, when I am dreaming here, the narrative will be encapsulated thusly: {D dream narrative D}.
It has been several years since I reported about the Moon Dollar Café. I am pleased to report they have improved their service. On Christmas morning, at about 10 a.m., Laura asked me if I wanted to go to the Moon Dollar for a special hot chocolate.
Remember, almost nothing is worth arguing over. And those things you want to argue over, likely you can do little about – especially if they are in faraway Washington, D.C. Grasp the amazing miracle of being a living being on the only planet that we know that supports life. This is nothing to take for granted.
One Saturday, it was probably late July, a Cadillac comes up the driveway. It was a current model at the time, but please understand in the 1960s, Cadillacs seemed to be about 30 feet long. Four men got out, and they were not well dressed.
Fun with cows. Over the years, as our herd grew, cows became quite a busy activity. We had a large pasture, and the way it was positioned, the cattle could actually not be seen, depending on where they were.
If there is anything we are short on these days, it is Biblical study. No one is shooting boats out of the water that are attempting to deliver more Bibles to the United States.
On this particular Sunday evening, it had been raining but the sun was coming out. As we got to the Armstrong farm, on state Route 506, we could see flames coming out of the Armstrong’s barn. It had been struck by lightning. We stopped, and I headed to the barn.
Riches come with family and faith, not new toys. It would be great if we could get this across to kids in grade school and preserve the idea through high school. I think it would make for a more peaceful world with more satisfied people.
