If You Read Only One Blog This Year

"These were the happy days, the salad days as they say..." ~ Raising Arizona My typical January blahs lacked their usual bite ...

(That title made a lot more sense yesterday.  Trust me.) Some people do a New Year's post on the last day of the year.  Some wait unti...

To say I'm not doing much these days would be a gross understatement. Or should it be overstatement? Whichever, it's definitely gr...

It is 19 degrees here at the moment. That's one of two reasons I'd rather be in Pasadena. The low Friday night is supposed to be s...

Riddle me this: Somewhere in Alabama today, a three-week-old child asks, "What's that in the sky, Dad?" "That's the...

I remember January The cold and the gray The fight we had The sky so sad It cried for us that day I remember angry words And no thing left u...

Hello, you've reached Bone's blog. Bone is unable to blog right now because, well, it's January. You know the drill. BEEP! I t...