I know many a young, dapper man out there has looked up to me. Not for my sage, Neanderthal Philosopher wisdom, nor for advice on communicating, business, finances, love and liberty. No, no my friends, nothing so life-important have I been sought to be a mentor. So, of course, I must be talking about my […]
John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” * * * For those who celebrate Easter, and for those who do not, to you I say, “Shalom.” May you find peace and harmony. May wholeness […]
Kids, this may come to a surprise to you, but when you get older — say in your 50s and 60s — your brain still thinks intellectually you’re choppin’ tall cotton. Your body and the mirror may tell a different story, but your brain still thinks it is on top functioning on all cylinders. 70, […]
It’s been what, five years since I reported some very scientific news to you all in regards to Neanderthal genetics related to yours truly. And, it’s been only about four years since I shared with you this: “When I die, on my tombstone and in my obituary, I want to be known as Don Rush, […]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. You’ve all read the book of Mice and Men. But, have you read the one about dogs and cats? Over the years I have been pretty up front about canines and felines. Dogs are great to have and cats are okay. Before you cat lovers sharpen your pencils, put away […]
Well, since it is officially half over, I’m here to say #MustacheMarch is in full swing. For those who took the plunge, shaved off their beards, or waxed their ‘staches, thank you! As I reported last week here in the land of Don’t Rush Me, I shaved my beard for the MustacheMarch madness. You’ll be […]
Robin, schrobin. Crocus, schrocis. Global warming or the tilt of the earth’s axis has changed Michigan’s weather so robins no longer fly south in the winter. They stay here all year, so seeing one isn’t the first sign of spring. I haven’t seen my one and only crocus yet in my yard and yet I […]
Growing up on the mean streets and dirt roads in the ghettos of Clarkston (aka: Independence Township) in the 1970s was a good thing. There were lots of woods to tromp around in, fields to ride bikes in and lakes and creeks to fish and swim in. And, there were enough kids to play pickup […]
I like reading newspapers, watching sports and television shows involving cooking. I know it might not sound “manly” to some, but, I enjoy cooking. Much like gardening in the summer, cooking in the winter is therapeutic. I find solace in the preparation — chopping onions, garlic, peppers, celery, carrots (the whole shabang), seasoning, cooking, tasting […]
Mark Kelly, of Independence Township, dead at 63. The news from friends that our mutual friend, Mark P. Kelly had passed, presumably peacefully in his sleep, shocked me. Like with the passing of any person, it’s not only a loss to loved ones, family and friends. When any person passes the community loses something, too. […]