We were discussing birds in my backyard this morning on WIKY. I've been a bird watcher for years. I've heard that you're supposed to call yourself a "birder" but that sounds even weirder than bird watcher, if you ask me.
We have a mockingbird that lives in our backyard and has for years. She's actually just relocated from next door because the bush she lived in for years was the victim of a landscaping make-over. So she moved right into a small Cleveland pear tree that was planted a couple of years ago and stands only 10 feet max making it
Tuesday May 15th is Take a Picture Day. Pick up your camera and help capture a day in the life of the planet. The project wants amateur and professional photographers to capture an image of their home, travel, or work on May 15. The images will be published on the Internet, compiled into a book, and buried in a time capsule. You can see this project online now at http://www.aday.org
A cup of coffee on the patio a little past dawn Saturday morning, still up well before everyone else. I remembered that I started doing it in high school – getting out of bed and ready before everyone else. The reasons were obvious – a shower with guaranteed hot water, first crack at anything for breakfast (especially advantageous for pop tarts or Wheaties in short supply,) and maybe twenty minutes of the Three Stooges before the bus came. Granted, it was a challenge beating my dad out of bed. A lifetime in the Army had provided few opportunities for luxurious slumbe
With the passing of Dick Clark I remembered a number of years ago getting a package in the mail with a 50th anniversary keychain for American Bandstand. It had the famous AB logo on one side in blue and "50 years of Bandstand" on the reverse. With it a handwritten note from Dick thanking me for my support over the years. It was just so cool. I wore that keyring out in my pocket and had to retire it when the loop broke. Dick Clark was one of my heroes.