Recently, while attempting to cross an intersection in my “PeeVeehicle,” a motorist steered around me and gunned it through the red light, heading forward speedily. Many readers may question just what a “PeeVeehicle” is. It’s like this. Because of declining health, I can no longer depend on ye old body’s legs to propel me forward, backward or side to side, as the case may be. When my wife passed, I adopted her Rollator, or walker on wheels. It permits me to be the upstanding citizen of my beloved city I long to be.

I need a Roomba.

SILENCE!

It was like walking past your favorite restaurant, famished, but knowing you don’t have time to go in and eat.

When I was growing up, both my parents and others taught me a saying that they instructed me to live by. It went like this: Sticks and stones will break your bones, but names with never hurt you!

If a potato can become vodka, then you can become a bonafide word nerd.

Daylight saving time is done for another year. We’ve entered the long dark – the period of the least amount of daylight in the Northern Hemisphere.

One thing’s for certain. I have worn jeans as far back as I can remember, usually Levi’s, my favorite. In that apparel are genes that have been a part of my person since I was a young tyke. So, in a sense, I have genes within my jeans, right?

Of course, they were gonna try and kill me. Do not try and bend the spoon. Thor, you gotta try and bottleneck that portal.

So have you seen or heard the Old Farmer’s Almanac forecast for this winter? Here in the Alleghenies, we are to expect “above-normal snowfalls, including a couple of sure-to-be memory-making snowstorms…”

The older one is, the wiser he or she becomes, I’m told. When one is young, society persuades one to think one way or another. The accumulation of facts are pieced together, not particularly because they make sense, but because “that’s the thing to do,” or as expressed, “that’s the way of the times.” Much of it has to do with peer pressure.

HARRISBURG — Commemorations for the Tree of Life Synagogue massacre in Pittsburgh have evoked many fond memories of a religious culture virtually ignored by most Christians.

The October sun seems relaxed, as it shines on the leaf-strewn path before my bicycle wheel. Hemispheric movement explains the sun’s diminishing intensity but reinforces the feeling that all is at rest now that the growing season is over.

We Americans have a habit of using words or expressions without taking time to know their meaning. We think they have to signify one thing when in all truthfulness it may stand for something else.

If you’ve ever spilled your brandy on your tux near the grand piano at the rhino zoo, you know what I’m talking about. If that’s not you, then just know five words in the previous sentence are examples of apocope words. Did you see that ad for the new bike? I just used two examples of apocopes. Is “apocope” a made-up word that I’m slipping into your brain grapes like some kind of bamboozler?

It wasn’t that many years ago that autumns were routinely spectacular here within the Alleghenies. Now the new-normal descriptor seems to be “disappointing.”

Today I am sharing reflections that I interpreted as they entered my eardrums.

If you drive an hour from my house, you can get to an Indiana city named Gas City. If you drive into town, you’ll reach the City of Gas City City Hall.