Today was “Palmyra Day,” a day-long festival down broad-street. It’s a lot of fun. There’s various rock bands, lots of climbers for the kids, a dunk-tank, and all sorts of civic organizations are out to represent their aspect of the town. I typically don’t stay long. First, I’d spend too much money and over-eat. Second,…
Author: Wes Allen
Wes got back in to Role Playing Games during the pandemic and it’s blown up into a wonderful mid-life crisis. He runs the DM Tales YouTube channel and website, GMs two campaigns, and plays online in another with some old friends. His “day job” is a Baptist Pastor in Philadelphia’s Jersey suburbs.
I love my bank
I love my bank. By that I don’t mean, “I love the huge corporate entity to which my bank is affixed.” I could not care less about about the huge corporate entity. What I mean is I love the branch at which we bank. I love that I can walk to it so I can…
Age of Ultron, A Non-Spoiler Review
Yesterday, for a lark, I checked to see showtimes for Avengers: Age of Ultron. To my great surprise I discovered that there were showings of the movie on April 30, beginning at 7PM. This was seemed odd to me, as the movie is not “officially released” until May 1, so I drove over to the theatre to…
Reaction culture
As I’ve written four drafts on this post and could make none of them work, I’ll just issues some short thoughts for today. A reaction is a direct result from some external stimuli which tends to heighten self-importance, establish our own rightness in our psyche, and seeks out enemies which much be “dealt with.” A response…
Desperately Seeking Catharsis
As I watch the great struggle in Baltimore unfold 1 I find myself saddened once again. “The System” is not just, people feel lost and hopeless and angry. There are emotions deep within people which have been stoked by experience, and reinforced over and over and over, for which our culture has no constructive avenue…
Fiction Tuesday – Quick Counsel
Jeremy awoke in a soft bed, covers pulled up to his head to keep out a slight chill ,and covered in some sort of bed clothes he didn’t recognize. He didn’t know how he’d gotten there, but after a moment assumed he must have fallen asleep as Walter and Ama spoke. He’d been dreaming about……
