Reflections Of A Gasbag

The alarm went off at five this morning like it has for the last umpteenth years. I got up like I always do, started coffee, turned on the IPad to read about the latest disaster foreign and domestic. That’s when I noticed my middle finger on the left hand one of my bird fingers was…

911 was twenty years ago. I’m trying to let that sink in. 911 was twenty years ago. We all have our memories of that day. Many examples of exactly where I was and what I was doing. Much like when the Kennedy’s and Martin Luther King were killed, the Challenger, John Lennon and the eerie…

We recently added a back porch to our house. Something I have wanted to do for years. I love porches. Some of my fondness memories of growing up took place on a porch. I can remember has a small child going to my great grandpa Rodgers house sitting with him on his porch, watching him…

Today is Father’s Day. A day when we celebrate fathers. It isn’t a sad day, it’s just a day like any other, like Mother’s Day. A day with no meaning. I never really got to know my Dad and I am not a father unless you count a father to wild ass dog. I have…

For people like me who love corn summertime is almost a religious experience. The Silver Queen. It ain’t no boat. It is that wonderful, sweet, white ear of corn goodness. I look forward to it almost like I do a homegrown damata. I have loved corn in almost all its incarnations: on the cob, off…

We took a vacation to “The Keys” this week and unfortunately vacations have to come to an end. When you come down here it’s all about being laid back and it’s a lot of chickens, conch and Hemingway. Ernest Miller Hemingway was an American novelist, short-story writer, journalist, and sportsman. He had a strong influence…

A year ago I jokingly wrote a blog about all the things that has happened to me on my birthday. With the last event being the pandemic starting depending on who you ask on the 13th of March. This year I can add the 2nd vaccine to the list. We have learned alot about this…

Today is my wife Rebecca’s birthday. I’ll dispense with the age. She would never forgive me and truth be known she isn’t going to like the fact that I’m writing anything about her for the whole world to see but that is Rebecca. We got married July 31st, 1999 at what was once St. Francis…

I have never been one to be afraid to voice my opinion on different matters thus “The Gasbag”. I also know that what I believe or think really doesn’t matter. I’m just one person with an opinion who chooses to put it in a blog form mainly for his sanity and in the midst of…

As everyone knows today is the first of Febwary. This is that month that I seem to always mispell, kind of like Wednesday. I always have a hard time with that one too for some reason. To me Febuary is the suckiest month of the year. March will give it a run but the fact…