Belmont And Fishtown On Mother’s Day

Mother’s day on Facebook a woman whom I have known since childhood posted a grandmother’s tribute to her grandchildren with photos.  It seems in a single week one grandchild was Confirmed, one received First Communion and another was inducted in the Maidens of the Miraculous Medal.  The children were shown looking very proud of their accomplishments all nicely dressed in suits and ties and so on.

The next post in line was from a family I know as well.  It displayed photos of various cats claiming descent from their proud human mother.  Yuk, yuk, yuk.

If you ever needed proof of Charles Murray’s assertion that American society has divided into Belmont and Fishtown, there it is.

The tragedy is that the former was once dominant and today but a remnant.

Still wherever “… two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.”

Trees Are Racist

From Frontpage Magazine today click here for the complete article:

Alcee Hastings, an impeached judge, and a coalition of minority groups is demanding increased “inclusiveness” at national parks. High on their list is the claim that, “African-Americans have felt unwelcome and even fearful in federal parklands during our nation’s history because of the horrors of lynching.”  What do national parks have to do with lynchings? Many national parks have trees. People were hung from trees. It’s racial guilt by arboreal association. Trees are racist down to their roots.

Meanwhile as you can see from two blog pots back Don The Wood Man is out in my backyard cutting down those nasty trees in order to give me a view of the mountains and so, although he does not know it, doing his part to further racial justice.

And just in case you’re wondering – yes U.S. Government is pushing this line (through the Forest Service’s spokesmen) and so yes the inmates are definitely running the insane asylum.

Someone Watching

With the name and address left off here is a fan mail received after having vignette published in American Thinker today Saturday, May 07, 2016.  It recalls a point someone wise once said that be careful how you act because it may be the only scripture that someone watching reads.  But it’s tough.

Thank you for the article on American Thinker today about your adventures as a child. I usually always read your articles. I, too, wish for the America we had, back. I work with a woman who has a sign on her desk, “Every time someone votes Republican, a puppy dies.” Sigh…if I had a sign like that, but it said “Democrat,” you know what would happen. But I ignore it and try to be nice to her, and hopefully, influence her to the other side.

Thank you, again,


Where Am I?

Where am I that I’m not writing at my desk?



Logging off the back meadow?

No, Don Nichols the Stone Ridge Wood Man is doing that.

Me?  I’m bringing my fishing gear up to snuff because it’s that time of year and I’m a rational human being. Well, almost rational.  But sometime disobedient because Mrs. Zahadi, my sixth grade teacher, a woman who taught me more than anybody else about the English Language, always said “never begin a sentence with the word well.”  But sometimes it fits.