woody's world

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, ...

Looking forward or looking back? It occurred to me just now that with all the looking back I do in these essays (this will be the 190th sin...

Time for the annual skin cancer warning. Research is piling up on the long term effects of tanning beds (1) and sun bathing. No contest rea...

Well, here I am (I originally wrote “here we are”, but the “we” part might be confusing so I’ll go back to “I” for now.): three score and te...

News Flash! The much anticipated “Woody 7.0” was released this morning at 12:01 am. While not a totally new platform, many bugs have been c...

OK, we all know lies are bad. They tend to be self-perpetuating. That is once a lie is told often more are needed to cover the first. When I...

I doubt if anyone that reads this (very small subset of humanity) knew Hull Carr, but he pissed me off many times by saying “Who Cares?” as ...

"God gave us the forest so that we could take what we need. My ancestors are not angry. There are still many trees in the forest."...

Well, weeks into it and there is more oil than ever in the Gulf, in marshes, on beaches, on birds and other sea-going creatures. There is al...

I decided for who knows why to look myself up on Google. I used my official name and got 2 hits. The first Richard Search is from Leeds, UK...