Lonny Cain

A bit of Jimmy Carter’s legacy spilled into my world last week.

Oh, Henry, Henry, Henry. You had no idea what the future would bring. By that I mean more “brain rot.”

The clock was nudging noon. Then I had to laugh at my first thought.

I talk to Mom and Dad now and then. Their photo. That’s not unusual, right?

This happens every year. Every Christmas season. And I cannot shake it.

“Keep the home fires burning.” I borrow those words from the British song of the same name composed during World War I.

Ever have one of those moments, when something hits the pause button?

People say they love to travel, but I’m not sure they’re talking about the travel part. Most people want to get where they’re going as quickly as possible.