Debtor Prison Nation
We believe the United States doesn’t imprison people for failing to pay their bills — and that’s generally true — unless, that is, you happen to live in Florida and you owe the state court system money.
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The Retirement Trend Toward Colder Climates
Forget Florida and Arizona as the final destination of carefree living for retirees.
Over the next generation, Colorado and Minnesota will become the new safe-haven for those wishing to spend their Golden Years in comfort as Global Warming trends continue to suffocate and fry us.
No one will want to face the steaming oceans or the baking desert in the coming perpetual heat wave.
We will instead seek out the solace of the cold and the soothing of the snow in order to preserve our burning bodies and to calm our boiling minds.
Hate Mail and Spam
I have decided there is no difference between Hate Mail and Spam. Nobody wants to get either one; they each share the intent to bother and wound; Hate Mail and Spam live to burden and bother.
Do you agree Hate Mail and Spam are the same thing?
If not, what’s the difference between the two?
What is the worst piece of Hate Mail you received?
What was the silliest Spam you found in your Inbox?
When the Golden Years Turn to Gold Dust
by Nancy McDaniel
The saddest part to me is that she seems to be disappearing in front of my eyes. The woman whom I have loved for over 40 years, the woman who married my beloved Daddy and who became my sweet step mom, my dearest Ginny, is vanishing. In her frail old age, she is becoming a fragile piece of paper, a puff of smoke. She is diminishing daily and seems to be evaporating.
Childhood Never Changes on the Beach
by Nancy McDaniel
For some reason, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my father lately. My dad and I were very close. I was an only child and my mom died when I was 16, so Daddy and I spent a lot of time together. He died about 12 years ago. I don’t think about him every day, but I’ve thought of him a lot lately.
Winter Solstice: The Florida Scene
by Marshall Jamison
So very softly the swift shafts of darkness
invade the fading sunlight.
In shadow, the inner leaves of the orange tree shiver
slightly, anticipating the quick loss of warmth
At the sun’s decline into the dark blue lake.
I hear the distant cry of a seagull flying Nestward
Through the drone of a tiny single engine plane
Seeking sanctuary as well. And my wife,
Ever thoughtful and loving, lights the single lamp
Over my head and suggests with that gesture
That I’d better come in.
A Tall Friend in Florida
by Marshall Jamison
Uninvited but not unwelcome, the tall blue Heron
We call a friend dropped by,
Circled over us once or twice and landed, stiff-legged
Out of the afternoon sky.
He is a popular visitor who comes often for
His lake shore snacks
Of frogs, toads, wriggling water snakes, which
With evident pleasure, he attacks.
But best of all, the fare he seems to truly savor
Are fat bass, small and tender and rich in flavor.
For you see, his gourmet taste has made me
A believer too
And so now when I can catch a batch or even
Only one or two,
I swallow them quickly as I’ve seen him do.
Oh, not raw but boiled, fried or brewed
Swimming in a bubbling stew.
A fine fish dinner, these bass are in a class
Without compare,
So if one day you’d care to share
The lake’s largess with us,
Hop a plane, grab a train, perhaps a Greyhound bus
Even an Indian canoe could bring you too.
We’re almost sure that if you do arrive
The tall blue Heron will greet you
With a fishy welcome
And a very high five.
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