Want 3 Reasons to Go With Dick Wolfsie? Read On

Elsewhere on this page, we’re announcing our next big trip with our friends at Collette Travel. Don’t know about you, but I first heard about Collette from watching my favorite game show, Wheel of Fortune. (Could I have an E, Pat, uh, I mean Ryan?) This destination is Costa Rica and folks will enjoy the…

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Like The Song Says, the Livin’ is Easy

Summertime, and the living is easy, according to Porgy and Bess and Mr. Gershwin. For the regular 20 to 30 (my numbers are skyrocketing!) who read these scribbles, you may recall that I hate cold and love summer. So the other day, while happily sweating under a hot July sun, I was daydreaming about how…

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Blind Loyalty Might Be a Lost Art

Blind loyalty. We have, or maybe had, a rich history in this country of blind loyalty. Whether it comes to family where siblings could fight like cats and dogs . . . until an outside stepped in. Then the siblings were united as never before and the outsider was in for a long day. The…

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Wandering Off Beaten Path Into Sports

Notes found scribbled on the back of a 1973 Indiana Pacers-Kentucky Colonels scorecard . . . * * * FOR THE 21 or 22 of you (statistics show more of you have started following me!) who read my scribbles, you know from time to time I dabble in sports. For the non-sports fans, I apologize.…

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Bubba Outflanks the System

As if the debacle that Indiana property taxes have become weren’t enough, Gov. Mike Braun doubled down and sent a press release touting how wonderful his first 100 days in office were. Then, President Trump starts talking about a third term. Granted, out of 45 men who have served in that office, not having the…

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It’s a Mean World; What Can You do?

Politics . . . mass shootings . . . property taxes . . . even our Colts . . . there just doesn’t seem to be a lot to be cheerful over. Cheer up Buckwheat! Need a dose of positivity? Oh sure, I can already feel some of you already rolling your eyes. Stop it.…

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Hammer is Back and He’s Fuming

“What the hell, Timmons!” The silence of a quiet Saturday in a mostly deserted office shattered when the giant of a man named John Hammer bellowed from my doorframe. Me? I was mentally sitting on the dock and overlooking the bay with Otis Redding (or at least that’s what was playing on my iPod). As…

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