I’ve said it from the first time I saw a photo of Bruno Richard Hauptmann. “He didn’t do it.” Without knowing anything about the case — I mean, how could I? I’m just a nobody from the outside looking in. Yet, I have long asserted that Hauptmann was wrongly accused. I don’t have any evidence. […]

I’ve been to some places. Sure, it is true that I don’t travel around like I used to. But one thing I’ve noticed from my experiences is this: A lot of people flock to the same things. Yes. The wonders of the Earth. Not the Big Seven. Those are long gone. But the other wonders.

The Music by Linda Stowe Saturday is the longest day of my week. None of the podcasters I regularly follow posts new material. I don’t follow much on TV, so that’s a dead end. The only thing constant on Saturday is that it is the day I refill my pill caddy for the week.I take

Sometimes, the unimaginable happens. This could be unimaginable in a good way, like winning the $700 million lottery jackpot. Or it could be unimaginable in a bad way. Like. Well. You know those bad ways that none of us want to imagine. Such was the case nearly a quarter of a century ago. To a

People. People who need people. Are the luckiest people, in the world. Well. Maybe Streisand was right. Maybe she wasn’t. But one thing is for sure. Whether we need people or not, we got ’em. All around us. The current world population is roughly 8.1 billion people.You can check the clock here anytime. https://www.worldometers.info/world-population/ But

The Silences By Linda Stowe One of the complaints I had about my ex-husband (#3 on your scorecards) was that when we watched things on TV, he would think nothing of leaving the room in the middle of a show or even coming in late. The first thing he always said when he returned was,

We would all like to open our eyes in the morning, lift our heads from the pillow, and start belting out those precious words: Good mornin’, starshineThe Earth says, “Hello”You twinkle above usWe twinkle below Good mornin’, starshineYou lead us alongMy love and me as we singingOur early mornin’ singin’ song Gliddy glub gloopy, nibby

I like music.But the kind of music I like might be quite different from the kind of music you like. And both might be different from what is considered “popular.” The measure of this is subjective.Subjective. Here in America, we’ve created a contest to tell us what the “best” music is, each year. The contest