I’m not Irish. My dad and his family wasn’t Irish. My mom and her family wasn’t Irish. So for me, throughout my life, St. Patrick’s Day has never meant anything to me. March 17th was just another day on the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Every time I see on the news or read in the paper these whining idiots claiming that being asked to wear a mask, when they’re out among the public, as infringing on their freedom, I think of the people of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
My mom only collects social security and a couple of pensions (my dad’s pensions from US Steel and the Army Reserves) so she never needs to pay federal taxes, which is why her not filing last year was no big[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Working on this comic made me remember how it was when I was a kid. Growing up in the 1960’s and 70’s owning a Television Set was still sort of a luxury. They were still pretty expensive. I think we[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Prior to the layoff I was really anticipating getting my taxes done and (hopefully) getting a nice sized refund. This laptop is on it’s last legs and it really needs replaced. But now? Maybe I’m over reacting. Maybe I’ll get[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m felling good today, both because I don’t feel sick and that my Covid test came back yesterday negative. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised about all the forms, pertaining to my health, that I have to fill out[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The split second when you forgot that you didn’t drive your car and you think your car was stolen. That moment you have a brain fart.
Okay, I’m sure sometime in the near future I would have needed to go somewhere. I’ll probably need groceries soon and I have to drive to my mother’s house on Sunday, to take out her trash and recycling, so yeah,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Prior to 2017 I had been living elsewhere, away from my family since 1983. Each year though, I always flew or drove (depending on the distance to where I was currently living) for Christmas. I’d always plan ahead so I’d[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The fire hall is the Hartford Heights fire hall. It’s a building sitting all by itself, right off of route 30. Other than the fire department I know that they used to hold weekly bingo nights (my mom used to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…