The Maunder Minimum, by Harry Holdorf

The Maunder Minimum, by Harry Holdorf

It’s been such a struggle for me to admit to the possibility that the last century’s horrendous global unnatural inhuman activity may serve a higher purpose. For a life-long Green Environmentalist such as myself, it’s a lot of crow to eat: to think that the dude...
The Maunder Minimum, by Harry Holdorf

The Great Polar Vortex, by Harry Holdorf

If you were to graph your life, at some point your expectations would intersect with your abilities: such a point should provide one with some degree of comfort; sort of like when the dog has taken your easy chair, and you’re all right with that. Two line graphs on...

Winter, by Harry Holdorf

Wikipedia does a good job describing winter’s date variations: everyone agrees the season is three months long. Most Northern Hemispherians do winter as December, January, February, centered not on the December 21st Winter Solstice, but about 3 ½ weeks later, due to a...
Goobie, by Harry Holdorf

Goobie, by Harry Holdorf

I’m upset about our dog, Goobie, 12-year-old tri-colored beagle. Close member of the family: only second-generation child. His rear end went out two years ago, Halloween, in Beatrice. We’d dressed him up in a Buzzy Bee outfit, which fit him perfectly, for the...