Is that bad old moon rising yet again? Not only are these good songs, but messages. Let’s start with education. Transportation? Know when to walk away — and know when to run. Even cowboys get old. Round and round we… Read More ›
messages
WHAT?
It happened again. Someone’s left a voicemail message, but all I can make out is “hi.” The rest? Who knows? I don’t recognize the voice and have no idea what she said. Should I call back anyway? Is mush-mouthed talking a new… Read More ›
SOMETHING ALWAYS HAPPENS – Marilyn Armstrong
When Garry came into the bedroom, I was staring at the radio. Garry takes his hearing aids off at night, so we have bedtime conversations at high volume. Shouting, really. “Why are you staring at the radio?” “I’m trying to… Read More ›
A LACK OF UNDERSTANDING
The Message by Rich Paschall Roy walked into the restaurant just after noon, about the same time as almost every other Saturday for the past ten years. He picked up a newspaper from a rack near the door and came… Read More ›
CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO? – Marilyn Armstrong
Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who was it, and what was it about? It’s a mystery to me. We used… Read More ›
SOCIAL MEDIA MARKETING 101- ELLIN CURLEY
I think I’ve mentioned that I’m not very tech savvy. I’m finally on Facebook. Which now may be becoming old school. Passé and/or politically incorrect. But I’m still proud of myself. Even though I’m still not sure how to upload… Read More ›
MESSAGES – THURSDAY’S SPECIAL
THURSDAY’S SPECIAL: MESSAGES All my favorite “messages.” Signs on lawns. Signs carved in wood. Painted on walls. Printed and spray painted.
COME AGAIN?
It happened again. Someone’s left a voicemail message, but all I can make out are a few words. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I recognize the voice. Maybe not. We used to leave messages on our answering machines telling folks to speak slowly and… Read More ›
COULD YOU REPEAT THAT?
Bad Signal — Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about? We used to leave… Read More ›
Staring at the radio
Last night when Garry came into the bedroom, I was staring at the radio. Garry takes his hearing aids off at night, so we have our bedtime conversations at high volume. Shouting, really. So please imagine the following dialogue with… Read More ›
SERENDIPITY - SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 