Societal storms smashing stalwart steeples
Built upon the toils of backbone and fortitude
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About Gregory Zschomler
The Day Renny Skäraosten Saved the North Coast
To this day Ren, or Rippin’ Renny as he is now known, is a world-renown legend. [Read More]
Where I Belong
Strawberry Fields: Seems Like Forever
I woke up this morning at 4:30 a.m., which is completely unlike me. I am not, in any way, nor have I ever been, a morning person. It’s a gawd-awful hour to be up. I don’t think that even Jesus has had his morning coffee by that hour. I don’t know why I woke so […]
The Mysteries of Flight and Females
There was a time when I would fly quite regularly. Since I don’t have wings I’d use an airplane. I understand the concept of lift, but it still baffles me that a hunk of metal weighing tons will fly. Simply amazing, really. And I can understand how putting the tray in the locked position for […]
Celebrating 60 Years of Disneyland and the Spiritual Undertones of Walt’s Kingdom
Disney. For many, like me, the very name delights the heart and conjures up images of whimsy and “magic.” For others, perhaps those less childish at heart, it denotes something flimsy, artificially sweet and, well, too childish. [Read More]
A Martha Stewart Holiday
“Good evening and Welcome to my Inn. I’m Martha Stewart. There’s nothing quite as satisfying to me as preparation for a holiday.” [Read More]
I Believe in Santa
Hi, my name is Greg. I’m fifty-five years old and I believe in Santa Claus. Some would say this is delusional. Some would say it’s time I grew up. But, let me explain: It all began when I was a child growing up in Vancouver. My parents blatantly propagated Santa’s existence (some would say they […]
Turkey Lurkey
I would never claim to be a farmer. I married one. Not long after we began our family we had a garden, an orchard, cows, chickens and several cats. The children enjoyed the chickens and we thought it might be nice to raise a turkey for Thanksgiving. [Read More]
Haunted
As a grade school kid I served as a safety patrol crossing guard. On a corner near my school stood an old, abandoned house. There was a crossing post on this corner that none of us wanted. Many of the kids claimed the house was haunted. The drapes would move in the upstairs window is […]