Why doesn’t Begich just admit he’s a Republican and stop pretending he’s a Dem? I mean, how much further up the ass of the Republican elephant can he possibly squeeze his head before admitting the obvious?
The good people
Sometimes our world is filled with so much ugliness and pain that it’s hard to remember that the overwhelming majority of people are good. Most go about their daily lives, whether in America, Gabon, Iraq or China, trying to do their best to get through the day and get back to their families at night. We want a secure roof over our heads, safe streets outside our doors and good food and water on our tables. Most of us just want to make it from morning to night in peace.
Unfortunately, there are people who live to create chaos, horror
Have we become so immune to it?
We read and hear about bombings in the middle East on a daily basis. A wedding shattered by a suicide bomber. A church service. Even a funeral for someone killed by a bomb can get bombed. Given the outpouring of grief we experienced over the Boston bombing, I have to wonder what amount of pent up grief and rage exists in those countries where bombings are a daily fact of life.
How I know that spring is actually arriving
I look out at my backyard and see a solid mass of black sunflower seeds that have built up over the winter as I fed the redpolls and robins and with each inch of crap uncovered, I know spring is advancing.
Don’t forget auction coming up
You are invited to attend Bird TLC’s 25th Anniversary & Fundraiser!
Saturday, April 27th
5:30pm-10:00pm
Egan Convention Center
Visit with our Live Education Birds while enjoying hors d’oeuvres, a live and silent auction, and no host cocktails. We will celebrate the accomplishments of Bird TLC and all involved are guaranteed to have an enjoyable evening of all things birdie. This is Bird TLC’s largest annual fundraiser so plan on attending, having a good time, and helping us raise funds!
Tickets are $60 a person or $1000 for a table (seats 10). Volunteer tickets are $30 a person and can be
And what did they die of….
Trying to give a family health history is always a challenge. In my family, the one thing we know for sure is that diabetes and heart disease are our personal choice by gene. Or, at least, we think they are. We know for sure about the diabetes because that’s been diagnosed multiple times. The heart thing is trickier. A lot of my relatives died by keeling over one day or by not waking up one morning. My family saw no reason for them to go to the hospital at that point because… well, they were dead. What use was a
The only difference
The only difference between our “Democratic” senator Mark Begich and our “Republican” senator Lisa Murkowski is how they spell their party’s name. Both belong to the same party, the party owned by the NRA. Their negative votes on background checks for gun purchasing is simply shameful. If they glanced around, they would find they are living in the pocket of the NRA and that is not where most Americans live nowadays. I hope the next time we vote in this state, we keep this in mind and vote for a candidate with some comprehension of gun violence that is not
Golden Eagle release
The young golden eagle that Bird TLC has held at the flight center since last fall is now ready to be released.
Please join us at Palmer Hay Flats Cottonwood Creek Trailhead this Saturday, April 20th at 12:30 pm to watch him return to his home in the sky.
In case of poor weather, we will reschedule for Sunday.
Seniors smoking pot
One of the reasons given for the switch in popular opinion from negative to positive on the legalization of pot comes from the fact that more and more senior citizens are using it. Now that the kids are grown and (mostly) out of the house, many are reverting to an amusement from our youth that we felt compelled to abandon when the kids were at home.
This change finally answers a question that has longed troubled me. If all the people in my generation who condemned pot and swore they never used it were telling the truth, then who were
Happy Birthday, Sippy
You are now 68 years old and I still don’t know where your nickname Sippy came from…. our childhood street perhaps? Mississippi Avenue? Who knows. I called you Fou Fou. Your friends called you Abendale… and who the hell knows what that ever meant… and mom and dad called you when they needed orders delivered for the store by whatever name got your attention at the moment. I don’t know about you, but my favorite was when mom would stutter our the beginning of all our names as she vainly searched for the right one and then finally, simply, said,