Codger

The Irish
[Mar. 15, 2007] ...be they king, poet or farmer ...
a people of great worth
for they travel with the angels
and bring a bit of heaven to the earth. By Bill Kernan

All is Fair in family fun...
[Mar. 1, 2007] In January we were reminded of the good old summer time when the Board of the Eastern Michigan Fair gathered together to pay tribute to the volunteers and sponsors of the annual mid-summer week of extraordinary family fun and refreshment. Warm smiles can still be generated by the happy recollections. By Bill Kernan

More deep thoughts from the deep-freeze of hibernation: With Mary, my Valentine!
[Feb. 15, 2007] Some quotes that may never be seen on valentines.

This railroad man's at home
[Feb. 1, 2007] Russ Newman of Lapeer is the essence of a codger, and a man you would enjoy knowing. He firmly believes that the world is a great place to spend your time. He has spent a lot of his time enjoying everything he has done and those he was doing it with. By Bill Kernan

Renewal ...
[Jan. 18, 2007] The tinsel, toys and eggnog are swept out of sight and I have made the switch from “6” to “7” when posting the date. The New Year seemed to have started without me, which was OK with me — for a little while. By Bill Kernan

’Twas the day after Christmas
[Jan. 4, 2007] Ah, the day after Christmas and all through the land, many creatures are stirring, leaving behind discarded ribbons and bows, and off to return so many gifts no one knows. Post-Christmas swapping lets the shopping frenzy resume almost too soon to cling to the peace and joy of that holy day ... and night. By Bill Kernan

‘Tis the season to be joyful
[Dec. 21, 2006] This is it. The season to be joyful. Not just a day, but a full season to be filled with joy. Joy is such a small word that it is easy to get lost in the midst of all the commotion that is constantly making so much noise all around us. By Bill Kernan

Codgers galore
[Dec. 7, 2006] Winter was about to set in. Len Shaffer thought it would be a good time for me to go along with him to the Lapeer Lanes, where he bowls once a week with other bowlers eager to escape the bitter cold of the season while keeping their competitive juices flowing. The group is called, “The Silver Rollers.” By Bill Kernan

It starts with ‘T’
[Nov. 30, 2006] ‘Teen,” it starts with “T” and it rhymes with Trouble,” ... and Professor Harold Hill would try to convince us that if we didn’t form a boys’ band we would be inviting trouble right here in River City!” By Bill Kernan

A not-so-funny Fall
[Nov. 9, 2006] A funny thing happened to me on the way to this season of Fall.— I FELL! Not really funny as much as strange. Not very pleasant either. By Bill Kernan

Shining stars of Metamora Post Office
[Aug. 31, 2006] Such a simple, yet powerful statement of purpose, duty and honor has stirred continuous dedication to keeping our nation in touch with one another and with the rest of the entire world through the gallant and steady duty of the United States Postal Service. By Bill Kernan

Still plenty of summer left
[Aug. 17, 2006] I suppose that it all started with those ads in the papers and magazines for the new smart clothes fashions to be worn to commence the new school year. Maybe it all began with the National Football League selling tickets in the middle of August for their pre-season slate of games. Or perhaps it was the various announcements from the Pistons and Red Wings calling our attention to fall and winter sports programs hoping to dim the accomplishment of the Tigers, which should carry the baseball pitch all the way into October. By Bill Kernan

My blind voting goes on
[Aug. 10, 2006] Voting hurt a little more this time. The day came and went. Some of us did our duty and a lot more did not. By Bill Kernan

It's all local ...
[Aug. 3, 2006] It seemed as though I had just stepped out of Emily’s Boutique where I was surrounded by peace, joy, harmony, contentment and a great sense of good feeling ... when the climate suddenly changed. I began working on my new resolve to overcome my ignorance and indifference of the clamor of political action. By Bill Kernan