Eric Scheske

Brews You Can Use It was a bad Christmas for my liver. From December 22nd through December 31st, I'm guessing I went through over a fifth of gin and a little bit of beer. And now I'm threatening my liver with more punishment: I got all

Mongol Christians Interesting Tweet last week: "When Mongols sacked #Baghdad in 1258 & killed almost all its residents, only lives of the city's Nestorian Christians was spared (they were asked to stay in their church)." Embedded Tweet below. There was a large Nestorian Christian contingent in

Miscellaneous Rambling Whew. Eleven days of drinking and hanging out and traveling and just in general screwing around comes to an end. I gotta say, I'm not disappointed. When I was a kid, the post-Christmas blues hit me pretty hard. These days? Not hardly at all. I welcome

Regular blogging resumes tomorrow.

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Detroit Another trip to Detroit Thursday. We spent yesterday downtown, exploring the sites. I continue to be impressed. This time, we ventured to New Center [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Center,_Detroit], taking the QLine from the Detroit River through the gut of Woodward Avenue for about two miles

Marie bought me this book [https://amzn.to/2AiimFB] for Christmas. I'm only 5% of the way through it, but so far, highly recommended. I've laughed out loud at least three times. Hungover: The Morning After and One Man's Quest for the Cure

Miscellaneous Rambling Little Kid: Santa gave me coal in my stocking last year. I tried to get even with him by putting out cookies laced with cyanide. That bastard found out and killed my dad." Wow: Witches now outnumber Presbyterians in the U.S. Link [https://sg.news.yahoo.

Another Christmas whizzes by. They're getting easier, though. I told my kids that, when they were little, we would finish opening presents and they'd all be standing there, wanting Marie and me to put together or play X, Y, or Z. We then had to play/

"He is born poor, and he teaches us that happiness is not to be found in an abundance of earthly goods. He comes into the world without any ostentation, encouraging us to be humble and not to depend on the applause of men." Francis Fernandez