God’s Handy Work

When I see phrases like “God’s handy work” I think of Mrs. Helen (William “Pug”) Williams, who writes a social column for my hometown’s weekly newspaper.  Mrs. Williams lives in one of the village suburbs (yes, a village can have suburbs) and reports at length upon the comings and...

Beating the Bends

Invariably after being sucked into the vainglorious vacuum of Facebook I develop decompression illness and have to re-acclimate to real life in gradual stages to keep my head from exploding. Diving into Facebook is like sneaking peeks at the National Enquirer while waiting in line at the grocery store...