|I cannot live without books. -Thomas Jefferson||Reading Lists|
|The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. -Franklin Roosevelt, 2nd Inaugural Address||Quotes|
My sister-in-law, Shelby Ferguson, died recently while walking in her garden. Shelby was my wife Cindy's older sister, and I have known her for more than half of my life.
I married into the Ferguson clan, who made me a part of their family, and indeed, at home. Shelby was kind and gracious and loving to me, and made me feel welcome, and when I think of Shelby I will always remember that. Love you, Shelby.
Flora of the Pacific Northwest, by Hitchcock and Cronquist, is an excellent dichotomous key of indigenous Pacific Northwest flora. It served as one of my texts for a class in Systematic Botany at Oregon State University, which I feared would be deathly dull (and so proved the lectures), but the laboratory turned out to be a memorable journey of exploration. The laboratory setting? The Great Outdoors.
While doing some spring cleaning, Cindy came across some discrete milestones ofÂ our courtship, perhaps a short and selective history of Cindy’s path to my heart, assisted by her pal Snoopy.
I came across this provocative double-entendre comic from the great Bizarro Comics. As a left-hander, I laughed my head off.