As I’m looking to get back into writing things here for the blog, my brain is working through stuff related to my mother’s death – and that’s going to bleed through to things I post here. So – if that’s not something you want to explore right now, you won’t hurt my feelings by skipping

A series of things came together to make my brain go, “Huh.” This is the way. The way of my brain… First thing. I was watching a rerun of Young Sheldon with my mom. The episode was about how Sheldon’s mother and father were dealing with the fallout of Sheldon’s mentor being hospitalized for a

So.  Yesterday on Twitter, I mentioned that my car slid right out into a busy intersection and that I was lucky I didn’t get t-boned. I thought I’d use some satellite imagery to illustrate exactly what happened. Here’s where I live: Nice little neighborhood, am I right?  Lots of green, leafy things. The ‘A’ indicates

Here is the photo: Here was the conversation (mostly paraphrased from memory): “There’s a stream!” “Stream or creek?” “Creek?” “Crick?” “Babbling brook.” “Brook.” “Tributary.” This was taken in Rocky Mountain National Park, July 2014.

Idaho Springs Colorado is a little town nestled in the Clear Creek Vally about thirty miles West of Denver on I70.  At an elevation of 7, 526 feet, it can get pretty cold there in the winter (I went white water rafting there a couple summers ago!).  You have to pass through one of the