I’m not really a superstitious person, but every so often I come across situations that just make me stop and wonder if there’s any significance to something that might otherwise just be a really big coincidence.
In all honesty, we could have just taken the plants back to the store. The Old Man claimed it was all trickery, but really he wanted the fruit, too.
If your thoughts about being at the beach in California are something out of the TV show “Baywatch”, you’ve clearly never been to the beach in California. At least nowhere north of Los Angeles. There’s a reason why.
I’m not talking about beautiful sunsets, stunning wildlife, or Abe Lincoln’s likeness in a potato chip. I’m talking inexplicable, logic defying phenomena that emotionally moves you to the core. I do.
How far back into your childhood can you remember something from? Real memories, not just recreations of stories you have heard from others. It’s tricky to know for sure, isn’t it?
I just came home from a week long camping trip vacation. What was supposed to be a week long camping trip. What was supposed to be a vacation. Supposed to be.
I always dreaded the usual back-to-school essays I had to write in elementary school. Most of the kids had stories about trips to fun places and I was trying to remember how to spell moussaka. Moose-Caca??!!