I’ve never been much interested in your run-of-the-mill monsters: vampires, werewolves, and the like. Especially zombies. Lately, however, I’ve been re-thinking my take on those groaning, flesh-eating, walking-corpse-types.

Last month I wrote a few thoughts about people who take time to enjoy sunsets. Now let’s look at those who prefer to watch the sun come up each day.

There’s two kind of people in the world: Those who enjoy ending their day by watching the sunset, and those who prefer to see the sun come up each morning.

I recently read Brad and Sheena van Orden’s 927 Days of Summer, a travelogue of their experience driving around the world in a VW Vanagon. It is a chronicle full of adventures and stories. One of which occurs early in the book,

I was engaging in casual conversation with someone at work recently (no, I don’t make a living at writing; I have a “real” job) when out-of-nowhere this person flew into a tangent rage about how fictitious today’s news reporting is. “It’s all fake!” they claimed with extreme, vehement insistence.