Nothing makes a regular churchgoer feel more sympathy for the brother of the Prodigal Son than hearing,
“On Easter (or Christmas), please park in the lot across the street so that visitors can have the close parking spaces.”
I read the papers. I look around. I see things that are either annoying or goofy. I write about them. My sister suggested that I start a blog. (Thanks for liking my stuff, Julia.) So, in no particular order, here are my thoughts.