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Schemes Gang Aft Agley

Schemes Gang Aft Agley

Schemes Gang Aft Agley In his poem “To A Mouse”, Robert Burns said, “The best laid schemes o’ mice and men, gang aft agley”. Murphy’s Law, named after Captain Edward A. Murphy in 1949, basically reiterates this: something will always go wrong. Take, for example, my last actual post. When it was posted on January 2nd, I was expecting to get back to something close to a schedule. Obviously, my schemes went awry. Between caring for the generation before me…

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Unleashing My Pet Peeve

Unleashing My Pet Peeve

  Unleashing My Pet Peeve My original title for this post was “I Blame the Decline of Western Civilization on the Failing School System,” but I thought some might be offended by such a melodramatic statement. In retrospect, however, I can see certain correlations between the two. So, rather than dig this hole any deeper, we shall, as the title says, unleash my pet peeve. I have enough pet peeves to start neurotic pet store. For instance, I saw a…

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The Trail to Abilene

The Trail to Abilene

The Trail to Abilene Texas-1878 “Here comes the boss now.” “This’ll probably upset him a might.” “Upset him? Tarnation, boy! Ole Matt sees this and he’ll be hotter than a cat-house on nickel night.” “What have we got?” the newcomer asked as he reigned in his gray dun and dismounted. Matt Wilson had been driving cattle across Texas for the better part of a decade. Aside from the rigors of the trail, he had fought Indians, Mexicans, and rustlers, all…

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