Oddball Observations

Ooooooohhhhh, it's Friday again, already. Let us begin then by paying tribute to what's really important in all of our lives. Th...

Back in 1969, a friend of mine had gone to work at a radio station in Indianapolis, Indiana. The legendary Orly Knutson called me at the s...

We have ravens. Lots and lots of ravens. Usually there are a couple sitting on rooftops, crowing and cackling with their very  loud voic...

To those of you among my Gentle Readers who may have read my post about Timmer in Rio last week, I offer a couple of other intrepid souls fr...

What follows is a sad story for bird lovers. A couple of months back I noticed one of those blasted mourning doves in the tree outside my ...

You've all heard my mentions of my friend of many decades, Timmer. Officially, he is Tim D., a vice-president at a Denver television s...

Some times the political scene in the United States becomes so bizarre that the only way to handle it is to drink. So . . . ...