My Hometown USA

  Hurricanes, Tornadoes, Floods or Earthquakes, oh My!   The warnings! The predictions! The fearmongering! The constant reminder that we’d better get ready cause Weather is out to get us! I heard the phrase thrown out, “Godzilla El Nino!” Good grief. Now the weather has a monster title! Hasn’t weather always had its moments. Experts are all over the place, explaining, theorizing, predicting and occasionally getting it right. I mean, my grandmother’s aching joints predicted rain better than some million-dollar weather computers! And while we are discussing scientific advancements, why are we still relying on a rodent to predict early spring? But not to worry, there is always bad weather with 24-hour news cycles. What’s the disaster de jour? Earthquakes popping up all over the map! European Tornadoes! And indescribable floods of biblical proportions! And with our phones glued to our hands we can watch every terrifying minute live from the comfort of our recliners. ...

  Signs Along the Way Signs, signs, everywhere a sign… Blocking out the scenery and breaking my mind! There are all kinds of signs along the pathways of life. Signs to direct us, inform us, warn us, tempt us—and occasionally confuse the daylights out of us. You can always tell when political season has arrived because suddenly every patch of grass along the highway sprouts a candidate. Those little signs start littering the roads, bombarding us with names of people running for offices we sometimes didn't even know existed. We pass our candidate and think, Yep, that's my guy. Then we pass his opponent and perhaps entertain the fleeting thought that it wouldn't be terrible if a strong gust of wind carried that particular sign into the next county. You know you've thought about it. But don't give in to the Dark Side. Apparently, there are people who actually go around plucking up their opponent's signs. The people I really feel sorry for during ...

  Somewhere between Mississippi and the Shire If I could visualize an earthly heaven, it might be like the Shire from Lord of the Rings. But, to do that, I would have to move to New Zealand. And those people talk funny over there. Or another paradise would be to live in a mountain cabin in a Thomas Kinkade setting like his paintings. Born in South Mississippi and presently a Huntsville, Alabama resident, I dream of living in a perfect heaven of my own imagination. I guess that is somewhere between Mississippi and the Shire! When I visualize our Heaven on Earth, these are the choice spots I am drawn to. But, back in my daily reality, my address has changed, but my idea of home keeps getting simpler. For my six decades plus on this Earth, I have not settled too far away from the start spot. The Shire is a long way off, and any paradise of mine needs a good porch. A Thomas Kinkade cabin looks amazing, but I also need a Walmart nearby. Yes, apparently I have grown acc...

The National Enquirer Created Influencers  Some days, it feels like anybody with a phone and a confident tone can call themselves a journalist. I grew up in the 70s when supermarket tabloid headlines smacked you in the face at the checkout line of Winn-Dixie. I was a little kid, and even I knew something was off when Elvis turned up alive every other week. The man couldn’t even rest in peace without somebody spotting him on an island in the Pacific. Remember these actual tabloid headlines? “I Had Bigfoot’s Baby!” That one isn't as crazy now due to the fact my husband is 6'5" and has the largest head I’ve ever seen, so my sympathies to that woman.  “Bat Child Escapes!” As for me, Bat child needs to go! I cringe near bats!! “Hillary Clinton Adopts Alien Baby” So, maybe? Aliens are now true and Government has been hiding it...so I believe. “Painting of Elvis Weeps Real Tears” If its in South Mississippi, that's just condensation from the humidity! “Gas-Pa...