Dolphins have no apparent porpoise.

I recently learned there's a whole genre of Amish romance novels. I also learned they're called "bonnet rippers."

I went to the meeting about the school. T'ank you, fadder! They're going to build a new cafeteria at a different location on the site, and only after it's done will they demolish the old one. So we'll never be without a meeting space. And their timetable has that demolition happening 18-24 months out.

I like history. The problem is that it's all intertwined. For example, you can't tell the story of the man, Abraham Lincoln without laying out the lengthy background of slavery. And the state's right issue. And the cultural differences between the North and the South with their roots. Then there's the other key players, like Grant, Lee, Sherman, each of whom had their own context. Any study of Lincoln requires going way back and way out.
The problem with history is there's no good place to jump in except for Adam & Eve, and any single person or event is inextricably intertwined with dozens of others.

I spent much of my afternoon trying to figure out how to condense 1,700 years of church history onto a 8.5" x 11" inch piece of paper and two hours.

World Series - Texas Rangers in six.

It's late. I'm tired. Goodnight.