Normally it's tough to settle on subjects for this monthly column. It was easy this time around. There is a deepening political overcast covering the nation.
Just as I was getting our cabin back in order from a rather successful but somewhat pre-apocalyptic Super Bowl party, along comes the Winter Olympics.
My dogs are starting to get really confused and paranoid about how enthusiastically they want to greet each morning's dive off the deck to perform their duties of a delicate nature.
I had just started writing this column when I was interrupted by a call from my little sister to let me know that she was a bit behind in her shopping and that our package might not make it by Christmas Eve.
Before I get into a tale of turkey woes, I'd like to give a shout-out to my email buddy and equally unhinged humor writer, A.E. Poynor.
Congress continues to amaze the masses or, if you're into dark humor, amuse.
A friend of mine recently returned from a hunting trip at his secluded and highly classified spot somewhere above the Arctic Circle and had an all points bulletin.
Editor's note: This column originally ran Aug. 26, 2007. Chaos (ka'os), n. The Random House Dictionary states one meaning is, "The formless matter supposed to have preceded the existence of the ordered universe.
I think I have mentioned before that I worked for years in the high Arctic and the summer season was something that you could miss by sleeping in late.
While I was embattled with an obnoxious woodpecker practicing wicked marimba beats on our logs this morning, a huge flock of cranes soared over the cabin and seemed to cheer the little *&&^%$ on.
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