It seems that I have nothing meaningful to contribute to this generation of human beings. I despise cell phones and do not own one... and do not intend to ever change that state of affairs. I have nothing to add to the Facebook society and will continue to merely sit in the background and follow the postings of my family and friends. There seems to be nothing for me to write about. I suppose I could go back to the radio and listen to Rush Limbaugh as I used to do. His opinions had a way of stimulating some of my own.
Or I could just sit back for the rest of my life and do nothing more than read books and watch TV.
Word For Today
A deodand is an item of property that, however coincidentally, has caused the death of a human being.
Did You Know?
63 Earths could fut inside Uranas, and 1,321.3 Earths could fit inside Jupiter.
This Day In History
Harriet Beecher Stowe was born on this day in 1811. Stowe studied at private schools in Connecticut and worked as a teacher in Hartford for five years until her father moved to Cincinnati in 1832. She accompanied him and continued to teach while writing stories and essays. In 1836, she married Calvin Ellis Stowe, with whom she had seven children. She published her first book, Mayflower, in 1843.
While living in Cincinnati, Stowe encountered fugitive slaves and the Underground Railroad. Later, she wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin in reaction to recently tightened fugitive laws.
The book sold some 300,000 copies and did much to galvanize public opinion in the North against slavery. Stowe traveled to England in 1853, where she was welcomed as a literary hero. Along with Ralph Waldo Emerson, she became one of the original contributors to The Atlantic, which launched in November 1857. In 1863, when Lincoln announced the end of slavery, she danced in the streets. Stowe continued to write throughout her life and died in 1896.