wp-spamshield domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/ii5ad04abu2u/public_html/downjotter.com/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6131Not Just Another Day As I did at Christmas, I would like to begin this post by letting my readers know that I will be dealing with a subject some of you might not agree with—Easter. Rather than offend you, I would like to give you the opportunity to quit reading at this time. If you do choose to quit reading, I would like to invite you back in a few days for brand new posts and, hopefully, a new…
Dad at the Hospital A few weeks ago, I received a phone call from my mother and, during our quick conversation, she said Dad needed to talk to me. I explained I was busy and asked if I could call her back when I got free. She said that would be fine. After finishing the task at hand, I returned her call. We spoke for a moment, then she put Dad on the phone. I knew something was wrong as…
Daylight Savings Time Parts of the world just experienced daylight savings time; I sure miss that extra hour of sleep. Thank you William Willet. Or was it George Hudson. It might have even been Benjamin Franklin who first suggested this travesty against dreamers. While Mr. Franklin is the one who first coined the phrase “Early to bed and early to rise…,” he never actually tried to implement the idea. It looks like old Ben is off the hook. In 1895,…
No One Wants a Top Fuel Writer The Christmas Tree lights take forever to change. The scent of nitromethane fills your nostrils as you wait, its fumes coursing through your veins until they reach your heart, causing it beat in time with the 10,000 horsepower engine that powers your aluminum engine. 2,250 pounds of precise engineering surround you like a carbon-fiber composite coffin. The rumble of the machine tickles your nerves, making you anxious. Your eyes stare past the front…