It was a nasty day weather-wise and I wasn't sure I wanted to spend a couple of hours cooped up in a movie theater, even for a sure-fire entertainment hit like "The Wizard of Oz." It was showing at a Central Arkansas theater as part of a special anniversary showing and the invitation was tempting.
I had been in and out of the drizzle throughout the day and looked like something the cat had dragged in and rejected. Humid, rainy weather and redheads are not a good mix.
A trip to an old cemetery can provide some delightful commentary â€” some intentional, some obviously not.
Much humor is found in the messages left by past generations, which most planned as serious memorials, but instead provide priceless tributes years later.
Epitaphs, once the norm, are practically non-existent now. I find them fascinating.
My late spouse once told me that his choice for the eulogy on my final resting place should be: "She was an enigma, but I loved her."
Children are fascinated with water â€” especially little boys. At least that was true for the two I raised.
Their sister had no interest in H2O except as a beverage or something to swim in. But Big Brother and Little Brother were different stories altogether, and the little one's antics made him somewhat of a legend in his own time.
Paul, the senior member of the trio, coined a new word for water. I just don't know how to write it.