Down the Shore (Freaky Friday) It was a dark and stormy night, the sky black and barren of stars, or even a whisper slice of moonlight. Nothing to be a beacon of illumination in the darkness. The ocean waves crashing against the jetty from the angry and turbulent sea. All the telltale signs it would…
Category: Reimagined
Are You There God?
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Victor, Contacting You Regarding Margaret So, God, I am not sure if you are still a subscriber to reading my blogs. I am sure you are on board with all the fascinating Web 2.0 social networking media, but whether you have time to read every posting in-depth is a…