Goat Man

Here he is…what d’ya think?

Okay, I cannot resist riffing a little on the so-called “goat man,” about whom I read in the newspaper a week or so ago. According to the Associated Press, a man (apparently) has been spotted in the mountains of northern Utah hanging out with a herd of wild goats–while dressed in a goat costume, no less.

Heh heh. No, really, they have photos.

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Petals to the Medals

Skip and his beautiful daughter, Cherie. We love our azaleas.

This past Easter, or the Saturday prior, I should say, I was about to make my usual trip through the aisles of my local Publix supermarket when, upon entering the store, I was pleasantly distracted by the resplendence of all the cut flowers arrayed about the entryway. During my corporate years, one of my colleagues acquainted me with the joy of having fresh flowers in the house. This person, a senior vice president, would routinely arrange to have fresh cut blooms delivered to his home every week. (He and his wife also had a full-time, live-in maid, who arranged them in vases throughout the house.)

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Crickets, cicadas and frogs, oh my!

Rock on…

About two years ago I took a short vacation to the Blue Ridge Mountains just west of Asheville, North Carolina. The excursion was entirely spontaneous and greatly needed as a respite from my daily grind. I managed to get a room at the Pisgah Inn on the Blue Ridge Parkway where my accommodations included a patio with a rocking chair and an unobstructed, panoramic view of the peaks and valleys of the Blue Ridge Mountains, all from a lofty elevation of about 4,000 feet above sea level.

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