The aliens must have have taken off again. Made the trek a few days ago through the high Nevada desert to Area 51 and its environs, including the tiny town of Rachel. That’s where you’ll find the Little A'Le'Inn, a diner, pub and souvenir shop run by a nice lady named Pat. She’s put up… Continue reading E.T., phone me!
I don’t pray much. Maybe a glance up when I buy a lottery ticket. My mother prayed, and it didn’t seem to do her much good. I’ve heard too many preachers pray for a big collection for the new edifice to take it seriously. If I did pray, I’d pray for New Orleans, as I… Continue reading Say a word for New Orleans