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Eric Scheske

No Blogging Saturday

Youth football returns. Weekend blogging will be lighter than normal. Three things: 1. I saw Muhammed Ali's son catch a touchdown pass and a two-point conversion at the local high school football game last night. I was told Ali was probably in the visitor stands, but I--and pretty

Brews You Can Use

I could use some brews. Work is piling on me like media hounds on Palin's daughter. It's a good thing, of course. It ain't getting any cheaper to feed the Seven. No one told me they eat more as they get bigger. I look

No Eudemon. Life Picture

No Eudemon

No time for blogging today, but want to take a moment to say I'm stunned at the increasing lack of neutrality among the mainstream press in this election year. The mainstream press has always been ensconced in left, but they used to be clandestine in their approach. Not

The Tuesday Eudemon

First day of school. I'll continue a piece of sadism my father started: Singing School Days [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_Days_(1907_song)] at full pitch as I turn on the overhead lights. The kids, especially teenagers, hate it. It's great. School days, school

Holiday Eudemon

I took my third vacation of the summer. This time, a quick 3 day/4 night trip to Alpena, Michigan. It's an annual jaunt, blogged about here [https://thedailyeudemon.com/5631/] last summer. We normally go for a week, but I simply couldn't spare that much

Something for Sunday Morning

"Love is the measure by which we shall be judged." St. John of the Cross

Saturday

I'm pretty sure this one was taken at Augusta during the Martha Burke protests at the Master's a few years ago:

Brews You Can Use

> A Mexican business owner's association has objected to the marketing of a beer named after a legendary outlaw known as the "patron saint" of drug traffickers. [http://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2008/08/26/Beer_names_drug_ties_raise_controversy/UPI-12641219802507/] > The Los

Another Chapter from Beer Man

Roy was sitting on the front porch, reading books by some obscure writers from early twentieth century England. Laughing and making notes in the margins. Patrick was tending to the little garden that occupied the entire side yard. It was Saturday, and both were feeling splendid. The newspaper boy rode