Another Zippy Post

Great one, Bill!

Zippy on Trump

It all went so wrong...

Snoopy Wuz Here

Snoopy Stuff I found in Germany

Trump Night of the Hunter

Which will it be?

My Haunted House 2016 "Escape from the Witch"

I made a haunt this year upstairs in my house.  I called it "Escape From the Witch."  The story was that a little girl named Imelda was taken from her bed while she was sleeping by 3 witches.  We went into the witches house first, then into the spooky forest, then the minion battle and finally, the witches hideout.  There we discover that Imelda has become a witch too and wants you to join her...

I plan to do a haunted barn in 2017...

Beatrix Potter had a great sense of humor.

She beat Monty Python to this... funny lady!

I'm owning it

Snoopy things I found in Germany this Summer

Some vanilla cookies from the Frankfurt airport, a Condor model plane also from the Frankfurt airport and 2 plastic tiles/ sandwich plates (?) from Butler's in Heidelberg.

Beware of this fierce bad rabbit

It will take your carrot...

This is for you, I will always miss you.  1/9/16

Maya Angelou’s ‘When Great Trees Fall

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly.  Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed.  They existed.
We can be.  Be and be
better.  For they existed.