MMXII – One more under the bridge

I think 2013 is going to be a good year, or at least a better year, for most of us. First of all, I have decided that were I to have a lucky number, it would be thirteen. After all, my Mom was born on Friday the thirteenth. Secondly, in spite of the political shenanigans in Washington, the economy is showing signs that might be harbingers of better times ahead.

Here’s an interesting metaphor, though: When we look up at a full moon through the branches of a tree, the moon seems as big and as bright as ever. However, when we take a closer look with the aid of a pair of binoculars, we find that it is actually partly obscured by twigs and leaves. Alas, in reality, it is still not as bright as it could be.

In the case of our up-coming new year, I prefer to anticipate it without the aid of binoculars, so to speak—at least until the vodka wears off.

Happy New Year.

Red Bud City

Here’s a little musical ode to my idyllic hometown of Buchanan, Michigan, also known as Red Bud City. Hope you like it. Hometown By Skip Birong There’re hills above the valleyWhere the big, green oaks…

Clyde’s dale

I’ve always loved horses. Probably because, as I’ve noted in earlier essays, I was raised on a seemingly unending series of TV westerns during my childhood back in the 50’s (remember this? Cowboys and Cowgirls)…

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