It's a Small World

Thursday, the15th I called an applicant’s former employer to verify the reference for a position at my school. I dialed a long distance number in another state. I told the school secretary who I was and why I was calling. She paused then said, I know who you are. Don’t you recognize my voice? Immediately I was shocked to realize… Continue reading

Lady in Red…

Back in the previous century now, I was going home after work. The traffic was unusually bad, no, I take that back; it was wretched beyond belief! When I was about 5 miles from my home the traffic came to a complete stand still. I was inching forward ever 30 seconds or so. But not to worry, I am prepared… Continue reading

I Really Did … I Mean Really!

Years ago, in the early 80’s, I lived in Durham, NC. I loved it. One early summer evening I was returning home from Duke University on a road much like an interstate. A short and intense little thunderstorm left as quickly as it arrived. Durham had many rainbows for some reason, and a particularly vivid, large rainbow was visible in… Continue reading

Another Generous Soul

If you read my posting on June 7th, about  Alan November, you saw a  comment from Janet;  otherwise, I just called your attention to it all.  :o) You’ll see that she did a little digging and found Martin Dougiamas‘ software called Moodle.  Hmmm, free, open source, and, at the least, very interesting. I am always amazed when people are so… Continue reading

DeJa Vu

Those who know me, know that I don’t cook.  In my entire life I can count on one hand the number of meals I have prepared. I walk into the grocery store and stand there numbed by the overwhelming question, Whatever is all of this stuff for?!  All of the strangely named and packaged items are but the stuff of… Continue reading

How Very Odd (or Even)…

I have recently noticed something about myself that I find mildly amusing if not just plain weird. I have always set my digital thermostat in my home on odd numbers: 75 or 77 in the summer, 67 or 69 in the winter. And if the house gets too hot or too cold, I always adjust the thermostat up or down… Continue reading

Just Standing There…

I was driving to work later than I normally do when I first saw him. He was just standing there holding a plastic bag in his right hand, a middle aged fellow with hair almost down to his shoulders. There were about 4 or 5 people standing in front of him, looking up at him actually. I’m surprised I noticed… Continue reading