THE NATURE OF THE CONTRACT – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Contract I spent a very large part of yesterday trying to get the mailing address for my mortgage company. Not the address for paying the bill, but where to send the tax paperwork so they could pay it out of my escrow account. My bank wouldn't give me the information. They … Continue reading THE NATURE OF THE CONTRACT – Marilyn Armstrong

SERRIED ORCHIDS ON A STALK – Marilyn Armstrong

RDP # 33: Serried Well. Now here's a word I've never used. Never even heard it, actually. Nonetheless, it's not a bad word for a group of flowers on a stem. Rather like my orchids, for example. Oh, I haven't talked about the orchids lately, but they are still blooming. No new ones (no new … Continue reading SERRIED ORCHIDS ON A STALK – Marilyn Armstrong

SUDDENLY THINGS CHANGE – Marilyn Armstrong

Growing up, I was constantly lectured about World War II and the Holocaust. Not a big surprise. I was born in 1947 and the war was barely over by then. Moreover, the lessons of the Holocaust was not lost on my family. Any members of my family that had not come to this country before … Continue reading SUDDENLY THINGS CHANGE – Marilyn Armstrong

THE WAY HOME – Marilyn Armstrong

Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – June 29, 2018 Sometimes, there's way and it takes you home. Everywhere on the property is full of flowers now. Baby trees -- more than a dozen sassafras saplings and several Catalpa growing like crazy. I have trouble believing how quickly these trees grow from nothing to a big, … Continue reading THE WAY HOME – Marilyn Armstrong

LOST IN THE DETAILS FROM LOST IN TRANSLATION – Marilyn Armstrong

THURSDAY’S SPECIAL: LOST IN DETAILS

The Whopper at the Burger King – by Gordon C. Stewart

Some things to think about as America comes into another of its years. He says it as well as anyone could.

Views from the Edge

A friendly young man at the Burger King — I don’t eat Whoppers; I drive to the Burger King in rural Minnesota for the free WiFi — draws my attention. “What’s going on?” he asks, staring at the television monitor behind me and my MacBook Air. I assume he is responding to the breaking news I’d heard moments before on the drive from the cabin to the Burger King — the shooting of journalists in the office of an Annapolis newspaper. He is. He shakes his head; I shake mine. Then the words spill out. “I guess this is what happens when the press is targeted as public enemy number one.” He shakes his head again and walks away.

MARYLAND NEWSPAPER SHOOTING A few minutes later he returns to speak his support for the Second Amendment and the president. “All this gun stuff . . . we’ve always had guns in school and…