This is another one of those nights when I don’t have anything to write about. I thought about an expose on Duck Dynasty and the dangers of turning a real person into a television character, but I have heard enough about that topic. All I know is that I don’t agree with the opinions of most of the people around me.
Last night, my mind was running crazy with ideas to blog about. There was this movie character that I was going to compare to a person in my town. Then, I remembered how many people in my town read the blog. I also thought about writing about our dinner at a local establishment. In fact, that could be a future one.
Heck, I even thought about listing a bunch of stuff that I like. One day, I was driving down the road when I came upon a bridge. Out of the blue, I said, “I like bridges.” The lady who was with me said that I sounded like Forrest Gump. It’s true. I like bridges. That’s just the way it is.
As I sat down at the computer, I considered writing about the emails that we get from students when the semester is over, but I have already written about that. It’s usually over by down, but I am still getting emails about grades on Christmas Eve.
Of course, I could write about my current treadmill book. It is Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy. No Country for Old Men and The Road have already been scratched off my McCarthy list. They were both made into great movies, and I think this one would make a great movie, too. It would be one of the bloodiest and most realistic Westerns ever made. I am proud to say that McCarthy is a Tennessee guy.
Those are all things that could be written about, but I’m not going to do any of those. Instead, I am going to list some of the things that are on my desk.
There is the latest copy of Sports Illustrated.
Next to it is a box of dry erase markers.
A gift card to Bed Bath and Beyond is underneath there somewhere.
My grade book is out for those emails that I have been getting.
There is even a couple of VHS tapes.
There is a tape measure sitting on top of a book called John Henry: The Doc Holliday Story. It was written by Ben Traywick, native of Watertown, Tennessee and official historian of Tombstone, Arizona.
Sunglasses and a stapler are butted up against each other.
Beside them are a couple of lottery tickets that didn’t pay off.
My trusty iPhone is next to my trusty calculator. I know. The phone has a calculator, too. I don’t care because I like the old-fashioned kind.
There is a stack of bills and a newspaper clipping from the Civil War.
A little further away sits the 2014 issue of The Old Farmer’s Almanac.
If you want to get smarter, then you need to pick up a copy. It’s full of all kinds of great information. For example, November 25, my birthday, is one of the best days to set posts or pour concrete.
That’s the stuff that’s on my desk, and that’s also the reason my wife keeps telling me that I need to clean it.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
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