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Saturday, August 9, 2014

This story is about dogs.

It is not about our four-legged, tailing-wagging puppy dogs. Nor is it about those plump, juicy hot dogs that taste so good on the grill at this time of the year. Nor is it about the dog-legged course in a golf game, and it is certainly not in reference to a description that a man might give about a woman after a few drinks at the bar.

These dogs I am referring to have to do with the sun.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Time really flies when you are not paying attention. It was 12 years ago that I self-published a collection of ghost stories and folklore about my hometown, Summit Hill.

Now scores of investigations and many new experiences later, I am in the midst of revising my original pamphlet to make it a richer and more full book about Summit Hill and the part of our history that is rarely recorded, the folklore and oral histories of the town that help to create its atmosphere.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

You're never too old to serve your country, even if you were born between 1893 and 1897.

If you're in that age range, Uncle Sam wants you to register for the draft.

Seriously.

Here's how it happened.

In June, the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation transferred nearly 400,000 records to the U.S. Selective Service.

Apparently, a clerk failed to select the correct century.

So instead of getting names and address of males born between 1993 and 1997, PennDOT came up with men born a century earlier.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

A long time ago I signed up for a painting class after the instructor promised me she could teach anyone to paint.

In school, I was never good at art and can't even draw a good circle. The instructor said it didn't matter. She said we would learn painting by doing oils because oils were forgiving.

For our painting class, the instructor placed a vase and still life scene on the table, telling us to paint it.

When my vase was so lopsided it was hard to tell if it was round or square, she said it was no problem. Just use my brush to make the other side round.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Life is like a pizza pie. It's like a slice of life.

Usually, a pizza is cut into eight slices. Each slice could represent the different stages of our lives.

The crust is the foundation. It's our beliefs, our ethics, our morals.

Every life needs a little spice, so we have the sauce, which adds a taste of richness to everything we do.

The cheese is like love. It's what holds us all together, binds us, keeps us going back for another bite.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

When my husband reads something he finds interesting in the newspaper, he often reads part of a story aloud to share it with me.

He recently shared a survey that tested people of all ages for their risk tolerance or risk avoidance.

The conclusion: the younger you are, the more willing you are to take risks.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

You know the song.

It was released in 1979 by Rupert Holmes and was originally titled "Escape."

It became very popular, very quickly; however, people knew it as "The Pina Colada" song.

Mr. Holmes eventually agreed to change the title of it to: Escape (The Pina Colada song).

The song was basically about a guy who had become bored in his marriage and read the personal ads where he saw that a woman was looking for a man who enjoyed the same interests as she.

He responded to the ad and agreed to meet the woman at a bar.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Remember the Mayan apocalypse? The one that did not happen, at least not in any way we noticed in 2012. According to a news story reported on various sites online and attributed to CBS News, we may have been a lot closer to an apocalypse of sorts than we originally thought.

The doomsday prophecy could have been fulfilled six months earlier on July 23, 2012, but fortunately the Earth was one week ahead of a solar storm that released the largest and most destructive solar flare in 150 years.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

When I was a kid, during summer vacation from school, just when I might have started to whine, "There's nothing to do," along came Vacation Bible School to save us.

My friends and I loved VBS. What's not to love about making crafts and playing games? And we'd get to spend the last day at the Palmerton Memorial Park and pool! Sure there was a lesson, but even learning Bible stories was fun.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

I have a tattoo above my ankle.

It's a teddy bear holding a heart with my husband's name in it.

My husband sports one just like it on his arm with my name in the heart.

We had them done the week after we got married and I was 28 years old at the time.

I don't know what we were thinking.

I guess I was just giddy in love and thought it would be "cute" and he just wanted to make me happy.

While I do not regret getting a tattoo, I do wish I would have thought about it a little more so that I could have picked something different or designed my own.