Most Precious Commodity

Patricia, yes, I remember her. She was stunning! She had light brown hairy lying softly on her shoulders, striking blue eyes, and a smile that could brighten any room. I was supposed to meet her here 70 years ago, but I didn't. Every summer after, she consistently showed up at the Argonne Amusement Park, waiting on me to return, hoping to finish our dance. I never did. I broke the promise for no other reason than I thought she was too good for me. But, I've changed; I guess age does that to a person. It took me 70 years, but I've realized the error of my ways. I want to see Patricia again. I wonder if she will return this summer? If she does, will she notice that I turned into a broken-down 92-year-old graybeard, battered by the effects of time? But, more importantly, will she forgive me? I know I wouldn't. Is she even still alive? My only saving grace is that I had always heard there was magic at the Argonne Forest Amusement Park. I sure hope that is true because I long to see the love of my life again. So will the old park's magic unite us to finish our dance on TIME’S DANCE FLOOR? Make sure you tune in to find out.

Light snow continued to fall as the yellow and orange sky transformed into the blackness of night. It wasn't dark, though...not dark in the least. Christmas lights of every color lit up the modest neighborhood; lights surrounded the houses while others hung from the white-tipped trees. Milk jugs with candles tucked inside lined every sidewalk and street, providing ample light for weary Christmas travelers. The small family couldn't have asked for a better holiday season; everything was just perfect.....EXCEPT Behind the glistening snow lie something tragic. A family's strange disappearance, three potential murders, and a life prison sentence all await on the outside. So what do these two scenes have in common? Make sure you tune in to find out!

Did you know that in 1987 the Cleveland Indians were a dynasty, and Brent was their biggest fan? Statistical knowledge and a team wardrobe only carried him so far, especially when it came to relationships with females. However, it all changed on his 48th birthday with a puff of air to blow out his candles, enter Mandy. She was the perfect female, but what other ramifications happened because of that puff of air? The Indians a dynasty in 1987??? What??? My wife Mandy joins me this week in this romantic SciFi tale .

It is coming! The streets, generally filled with the hustle and bustle of everyday activities, will be empty. It is coming! The light of the day will diminish as darkness slowly extends to the far reaches of the earth. It is coming! The air will feel heavy, dripping with a palpable sense of dread. It is coming! People will grow increasingly depressed, anxious, and overwhelmed. It is coming! The CRISIS will be here soon and unless humanity acts quickly, it’s existence in peril. Can we act in time?

Bill and Linda loved their news. They ate, drank, and breathed it. However, a vacation, uncharged cellphones, a faulty car radio, and a flat tire leads them to an unplanned stop in a small town, not found on any maps called New Roanoke. Helpful residents and a spirit of collaboration immediately attract Bill and Linda to this quaint little town but will it remain that way, not if the Influxes Perniciosius have any say in the matter.