Many years ago I resolved never to bother with New Year's resolutions, and I've stuck with it ever since.

Spooky wild and gusty; swirling dervishes of rattling leaves race by, fleeing the windflung deadwood that cracks and thumps behind.

Do you suppose it's true, that St. Patrick was a parselmouth, and his muggle friends never knew?

Before men ever wrote in clay they cast their words in verse and line, rythymbound in poets' minds, defying time and age.

The pilgrims were kicked out of England, quarreled with the Dutch, alienated the Indians, and had an evil reputation among the turkeys.

The Olympic games should be a matter between individual athletes and the gods. Noisy flag-waving dishonors gods and men alike.

The clocks are all turned forward from Funny Time to Right Time. I always remember, "Spring back or Fall in.