June 6, 2008
“Fluffy isn’t moving, Owen.” “Whadaya mean?” “I think he’s dead.” “Nah, he’s just sleeping soundly.” “No, Owen, he’s dead, as in not among the living; not drawing any breath; ceasing to exist-dead.” Owen rattled his paper, folded it and with mocked effort and a heavy grunt, lifted his thick body off the tattered easy chair [...]
Read the full article →
June 6, 2008
Is there any more stirring moment than a Friday afternoon for the working man or woman? People who start Monday with the growl of the proverbial lion with a thorn in their paw on Friday are smiling gently as refined creatures of almost angelic proportions. They are at their happiest when the weekend looms! Actually, [...]
Read the full article →