Tim Clark is a writer, blogger, novice political activist, husband and father, from Columbus, Ohio. He has proudly written for The Ugly Writers, Street Speech, a local homeless advocacy newspaper and Lefty Pop
And the virus is heating up. Gathering momentum. It moves through life, one terrible headline at a time. The novel coronavirus worms its way into everything with every new, terrible record; the most new infections, the highest number of deaths.
I’ve always been a little bit of an outsider. It was no different with them, but they didn’t care. They didn’t ask for anything except to be treated as an equal, even when they were working so much harder than almost everybody. And, I guess that was all I wanted too, to be considered a part of something. It didn’t happen very often.
It is no surprise why people have been fascinated with measuring time for decades. It is the thing that gets us through the day. Maybe Bob Dylan was on to something when he warned us “the times they are a changing’.”
Most times gun violence happens one side cries about the wasted lives, the senseless tragedy and the other cries about the lost opportunity. If only somebody else had a gun, then the game would have changed. The rules would have been different. It is a dangerous situation, but, somehow, the argument goes, the gunman with good intentions will prevail.
Somehow I really think I am a better person for the stupidity. Somehow it seems that if you don’t let your hair down once in a while and just give in to silliness you can never understand life. If you don’t laugh at reality, reality will laugh at you.
I’m sure there are people who hate Google, and I can live with that. I don’t know much about Google. I do “google” things but mostly I use Safari or Microsoft Edge. I still call it “googling.”
Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.
Long ago Halloween was a very solemn pagan occasion steeped in mystical beliefs. Eventually the Catholic church co-opted the pagan day and made it a very solemn ordained occasion steeped in mystical beliefs.
