FAREWELL TO AUGUST We shall miss you...August...the symbol of summer. We'll remember your Sun and blue skies and your clouds and your cooling rain. We shall look back on the fun times you provided, dear August, your picnics …
Virgil’s Corner #39
The old farmhouse was worn down a bit, located on a country road surrounded by trees of all seasons. Its faded red sides stood out against the fields and the woods. The paint had turned shabby and some of the panes had been …
Virgil’s Corner #38
YET TO COME There is an old poem by Robert Browning. And, it says a lot about life. It goes like this..."Grow old with me for the best is yet to come. The last of life for which the first was made." As we age it is …
Virgil’s Corner #37
A SPRING AFTERNOON The sun shines down on silence. All is still. It seems the world has stopped, at least for a moment to contemplate its own self. What does it see? A sky that is …
Virgil’s Corner #36
The Cat A slight beam of sunlight slipped into the darkened bedroom. Lying on the bed the cat slowly opened his eyes. Silently, he regarded the light with suspicion and annoyance. It had interruped his sleep and his dream of …
Virgil’s Corner #35
BY THE NUMBERS I am reading a book. It is about Numbers. Lots and lots of numbers. Thousands of numbers. Millions of them. Billions of them. Its premise is when numbers become so large we cannot comprehend them. The authors …
Virgil’s Corner #34
A MAN NAMED BILL I thought I knew him well. After all we had worked together for many years as journalists at WJW-TV in Cleveland. But, I really discovered who Bill was on a trip long ago and far away. Bill was a …
Virgil’s Corner #33
The Hitchhiker He was alone. At the edge of a highway, he stood. The hot Oklahoma sun was high overhead. Ripples of heat rose from the pavement. They were scattered by the cars speeding by, only to reform once the vehicles were …